Captian's Log The Undead 16 May 202213 May 2022 The living man disturbs the dust of death, sending it swirling into the sunbeam. He walks along the path of light which has fallen upon the floor of that long…
Captian's Log The Undead 15 May 202213 May 2022 Sorrow hounded, he disdains embarrassment. He sees the thick, iron door, rusted in place. It has not been opened in years, so where has that loathsome figure gone? He does…
Captian's Log The Undead 14 May 202213 May 2022 A man can see, if he's willing, if he guesses the truth. A man might lie down amid a forest of headstones; A living man might lie beside his beloved,…
Captian's Log The Undead 13 May 2022 Drunk on blood, bloated by death, he stagers to his crypt. Panting amid the breathless skeletons, he finds his shelf waiting for him. The shadows of the mausoleum enfold this…
Captian's Log Flight in the Night 16 Apr 2022 I saw the darkness in your eye. However you smiled, whatever you said, there was the darkness. A consuming darkness. I even believed you, what you were saying—you believed you,…
Captian's Log Drabble: Hiding in the Dark 20 Jan 2022 No one could dream anymore. We could not let them. He was in our dreams. At first we killed those who fell asleep, but we were losing too many people…
Captian's Log The Dying 4 Nov 20214 Mar 2023 There is a monster in the darkness. He cannot be seen but for his eyes. They gleam from the shadows. There is a monster in the hearts of men. Men…
Captian's Log Poem: The Hounded Sinner 12 Jul 2021 Please Read: The Hounded Sinner We heard you in the market, your footsteps in the square, and yet we did not mark it as though all unaware. Unto the seller's…
Captian's Log Poem: The Predator’s Eyes 1 May 20211 May 2021 The tiger crouching in the grasspeers through the blades with golden eyeswatching the antelope which pass,and chooses one to be his prize.The eagle circling round the sunwhose peerless eyes look…
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…
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