Captian's Log Poem: Your Mr. Grim Reaper 7 Oct 2021 Your Mr. Grim Reaper, some say he's a keeper, and other's a bag of bones. Our lady vampire, who lives in the spire, condemns with her careful tones. The doctor…
Captian's Log Poem: The Greatest Monster of them All 6 Oct 2021 I ask myself, what is the greatest monster of them all:Dracula with bloody fangs, who crawls along the wall?Perhaps the werewolf with his fur and deadly claws?Imhotep, maybe, with all…
Captian's Log Poem: Night’s Serenade 4 Oct 2021 The soft serade of nightly noise infects my soul with longing sighs, and letting go, my heart enjoys the nightbird's sudden cries. The blackened sky, the twinkling stars, the dewy…
Captian's Log Poem: Snow and Ash 3 Oct 2021 Soft the flakes descend upon the waiting earth. How gently fall they to the ground. Why are my dreams so filled with snow? Why spy I winter from my bed?…
Captian's Log Poem: Broken 28 Sep 2021 A heart that keeps breaking is a heart that keeps waking to a smile that keeps faking what no one else believes. All the time it's aching and labours in…
Captian's Log Poem: Descent 26 Sep 2021 We bought a castle in the cloudswith whispered promises and vows,but now that I'm alone it crowdswith fevered thoughts, no peace allows. I'll fly no more within a bright blue…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Lost Upon the Moor 18 Sep 2021 We sang a song that went unheard like wisps across the moor, and none recall the ghostly word. It's lost upon the moor. Now heaven falls to night's assault, and…
Captian's Log Poem: Along Life’s Way 17 Sep 2021 The darkness lay before the man along the road he knew he had to walk. He stared into that shadowed veil. Anon, to no one did he talk: "What's now…
Captian's Log Poem: The Dragon Fierce 2 Sep 2021 The dragon fierce, the hero brave, and the battle rages on.The fire burns, the sword, it cleaves, and the fight will soon be won.The lizard's dead, the hero worn, but…
Captian's Log Short Poem: Grand Towers 1 Sep 2021 Grand, the towers stand with streaming banners on the wind, but grander still the mysteries that lie therein. Awful rests the ivry throne made out of human bone. More awful…
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