Ode

My Lady Who Cries the Night Away
By: Adam M. Snow

My lady who cries the night away
dost thou not know another way?
Be ye still afraid of thy dream
'Tis varied by the Dream.

Masquerade
By: Adam M. Snow

Hiding our faces, we choose who we are;
living the lies, stricken so far.
We know not of what is to come-
a lowly burn from a shallow numb.

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow
By: Adam M. Snow

My heart does not ache
With every love I take.
Your voice over-shadows
My lame. I repose,
Despite your treachery
Of our love contrary;

Dreaming of My Eternal Humble Abode Beyond this World
By: Adam M. Snow

I close my eyes and vision a world in its pass,
Only I could see of its eternal mass:
Of the wind sparkling with gold,