Captian's Log Poem: Dreaming 16 Jan 2021 Please Read: Dreaming Excerpt: Here in the words of the poet I cry, knowing the time has come for goodbye. Still there’s a glimmer of light in my eye, for…
Captian's Log Short Poem: A Mighty King 14 Jan 2021 Within an hallowed sepulcher there restsa mighty king whose withered frame suggestsyet still his ancient majesty. His headwith tarnished gold is crowned, and though he's dead,he still holds court, seated…
Captian's Log Drabble: Bubbles Bubbles 13 Jan 2021 Suffocating silence; insolent noise; the pendulum swings us into the grave. Extreme to extreme, neither reaching its full, the one falls back into the other. What silly mutterings are these,…
Captian's Log Drabble: Dungeon 5 Jan 20211 Jan 2021 The bloody corpse limply hung within my arms, the course and flow of its life spent, merely a soft dripping now. All the color gone, gone without the blood. His…
Captian's Log Poem: Hallowed Bell 4 Jan 20211 Jan 2021 The ringing of the hallowed bell—O hear how marvelous the swell—the peeling of that sacred knell—I hear and know what it foretells. Though we may turn away the eye,we know…
Captian's Log 2021: Beginning 1 Jan 202130 Dec 2020 Welcome 2021! Everything is going to be . . . exactly the same. Such is life. The world isn't going to change. There will always be wars and famine and…
Captian's Log 2020: The End 31 Dec 202030 Dec 2020 Adieu 2020 Well, it's the end of a year, a rather strange year. It seems I know I lot of people who died, though I don't really know anyone who…
Captian's Log Haiku: Remaining Here 18 Dec 2020 Man has left the earth, and I, the tired watcher, I watch man no more. See this old pillar carved out of an ancient stone holding up the sky. How…
Captian's Log He Stood Against the Desolation 15 Nov 2020 "The heroes are dead, the wizards are turned to stone, and here you are, standing. Look at you: your trembling arms can barely hold that blade. Step aside." His father's…
Captian's Log Soliloquy: Heartless Stone 8 Nov 2020 There stands the heartless stone atilt behind a weedy veil. The statue's artful form, eroded by some hundred years, still holds the shape of man. The countenance is wholly lost;…
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