Captian's Log To Miss 25 May 202524 May 2025 There is a jut of stone rising in that mossy glade,a lichen crusted rock that lifts up from the shade,where a boy, or spirit, ghostly pale, so often sits.This changeling…
Captian's Log Echoes in the Bones 19 Oct 2024 There is a beauty to the dead, that quiet countenance,that soft, relaxed, untroubled face, which worms will feast on hence.There is a beauty to be dead, to rest within a…
Captian's Log Poem: Stopping by Sirens on a Cloudy Night 2 Nov 2021 I heard the siren's song that nightwhen moon and stars were hid from sightand all was shrouded in the darksave for my feeble, little light. And in the glow of…
Captian's Log Cast Out Fear 30 May 201730 May 2017 Are you afraid? There are three things I know of that people fear: death, pain, and loss. Yet those belong to the gnawing type of fear, the conscious fears. What…
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