Captian's Log A Vampire’s Thoughts 23 Jun 2022 There are nights and there are dayswhere we fight and where we play—but it's lost within a haze.Everyman must go his way. Finding time to draw new breathspouting rhymes before…
Captian's Log Rough Draft: Brothers of Stone 22 Jun 2022 The grinning stone, with cobwebbed covered mouth, laughs silently.His carved brother under him he throttles violently.And thus from the same rock they came into reality,a Cain and Abel evermore wrought…
Captian's Log Lights Out 20 Jun 2022 The lights went out, sending us all over the edge. Being suddenly blind is quite as shocking as the dreadful sensation of falling—no, not of falling, of the weird moment…
Captian's Log Trapdoor 19 Jun 202218 Jun 2022 The hollow echo of their steps rebounded into Chance's ears with thrilling, subtle evolutions; what monsters stalk this empty church? What terrors lurk in this dark cathedral? Just two men,…
Captian's Log Hypnos 18 Jun 2022 The pendulum sweeps before my eyes—to the right, to the left—while his soft, disembodied voice whispers imperceptible phrases to me, the quiet syllables bleeding into each other like waves. Honeyed…
Captian's Log Poem: I Welcome Fire 15 Jun 2022 The deadly flame, locked up in glass,a ready aim, the sunburnt grass;the shot rings out, the lantern falls.Too late his shout, useless his calls;the fire lives, is spreading fast,but death…
Captian's Log RIP Good Girl 13 Jun 2022 I had to put my dog down last night. No post today. She was the best girl, and I loved her, and I still do.
Captian's Log Prelude 12 Jun 202211 Jun 2022 The old stones of the city stood silently, as they had throughout long ages past, while the rain fell. An old church, empty—its vomiting gargoyles and sneering grotesques giving faces…
Captian's Log Unbroken 10 Jun 2022 There are shadows that move in the daythere are nightmares that come out to playthere are whispers as loud as a shoutintimations that leave one no doubt And the eye…
Captian's Log The Beast 5 Jun 20224 Jun 2022 The sweet aroma of the flowering field—I watch the stalks bending in the wind and feel the passing breeze—rolls over me in the summer morn. I'm washed by these wild…
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