Ahh Stygian.

This is one of Rupert Brooke's Sonnets (not suggesting that he wrote only sonnets, or specialised in them, just that he could probably have more sonnets written 0.o but I've this feeling it's about war):

"Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire..."
by Rupert Brooke (1887-1915)

Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire
Of watching you; and swing me suddenly
Into the shade and loneliness and mire
Of the last land! There, waiting patiently,

One day, I think, I'll feel a cool wind blowing,
See a slow light across the Stygian tide,
And hear the Dead about me stir, unknowing, And tremble.
And I shall know that you have died.

And watch you, a broad-browed and smiling dream,
Pass, light as ever, through the lightless host,
Quietly ponder, start, and sway, and gleam---
Most individual and bewildering ghost!---

And turn, and toss your brown delightful head
Amusedly, among the ancient Dead.



Oh! Did you see that word Stygian there in bold? I like the word stygian.

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If you look very carefully your eyes will start playing tricks on you and it look like Giants? Y? Ok maybe it's just my eyes. My wonderful Exposed-To-UV-Under-The-Sun-At-Padang-Because-Somebody-Was-Too-Ego-To-Put-On-A-Cap-Eyes. In summary ETUVUTSAPBSWTETPOAC. It's almost unpronuciable so we'll just leave it as the standard unpronunciable acronym where everyone speaks only the letters.

Good job guyzz, it's like he has teh ETUVUTSAPBSWTETPOAC eyezzz doodzz, like a mouthfull mannn...

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