Captian's Log Dusk of Man 30 Aug 2019 There is a soft whisper in this wintry air, and all around the quiet world holds its breath. No snowflake drops tonight, but all about this frozen tundra the whisper…
Captian's Log Poem: Shadows Burn Bright 22 Aug 2019 Please Read: Shadows Burn Bright Excerpt: Thus locked, facets unto one stone, this sign all histories and melodies pervade: Between the twain the form of life is made. [Read Me]
Captian's Log The Sun Rises 10 Aug 2019 Some say ignorance is the root of evil, and simple knowledge can make a man repent; they dream that darkness and light, the one emptying itself into the other, is…
Captian's Log Poem: Dust Resumed 16 Jul 201916 Jul 2019 Please Read: Dust Resumed Excerpt: Where once life bloomed now death reigned o’re, No starry sky, no sun, no moon did from bright streams their light outpour, and all of…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Under the Sun 7 Jun 2019 Though beauty surround me everywhere, and all the birds are singing in the air, though far the woes of all my life are scattered, gone is all my strife, it…
Captian's Log A Dream 3 May 20193 May 2019 The beach was cold and deserted, the lapping shore now retreating beyond the light of my torch soon to roll back into view a moment later. I walked along the…
Captian's Log Short Poem: In the Darkness are Chains 30 Mar 201930 Mar 2019 In the darkness are chains, and in the shadows bondage. Sweetness and light are freedom; bitterness and death enslave. In this pit I cannot hope. We clasp our chains tenderly;…
Captian's Log Reflections of Light 13 Mar 201913 Mar 2019 The sun was breaking through the barren trees with a cold light when she threw open the door. Her silhouette raced down the hallway and up the opposing wall, the…
Captian's Log 22 Dec 2018 No peels of thunder came with threats of rain, but soft trickles met the tired sun in his descent. Emboldened in the darkness of this winter, they storm with bitter…
Captian's Log Prayer of the Undead 4 Dec 2018 The sorrow of my heart, damp and heavy, breaks my soul. I am overtaken with sickness. Life cannot be lived in this swamp, this miasma. Weeping, tearless face, encrusted stone…
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