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 Final Prayer 15 Oct 2024 O happy ghosts adancing by my headand spectered merrymakers all around,almost I forget I'm deadwith smiling faces all around. The skeletons play music wellas you all drag me down to…
Captian's Log Tired of Sleep 5 Aug 202422 Jul 2024 "Your sleep was troubled," I answered. I cast my eyes over the hill. "I could hear you fighting against the wizard's spell every night. You called me. Gave me no…
Captian's Log Tired of Sleep 4 Aug 202422 Jul 2024 There's a faint image there, superimposed over the blasphemous horror, of him, of a young, bonny face flashing in my mind's eye. It's there a moment and gone. Our eyes…
Captian's Log Tired of Sleep 3 Aug 202422 Jul 2024 Kneeling down, feeling the squelch of the charnel sludge against my pants, I lay a hand over the dark holes of his worm stolen eyes. "Arise," I whisper. There's a…
Captian's Log Tired of Sleep 2 Aug 202422 Jul 2024 Grave-less, the bones lie, houses for beetles and spiders, and from their skulls, I can yet hear the whispers of the necromancer coaxing them into eternal dreams, echoes of the…
Captian's Log Tired of Sleep 1 Aug 202422 Jul 2024 Let us suppose the dreams are real, these visions troubling you. Are you so sure then, that you want to wake up? From what you tell me, it seems a…
Captian's Log Memento Mori 16 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 Yet, of the pagan gods, some voices said that they were demons dragging souls to Hell. Not all immortalities are equal; an indefatigable fire for the infamous, an endless suffering…
Captian's Log Memento Mori 15 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 My eyes met the skull's eyeless sockets, the shadowed holes reminding me—almost, I could hear a voice putting it into words—that I too would die, might lie as he, my…
Captian's Log Memento Mori 14 Jul 20238 Jul 2023 Too well known for anyone to bother making a copy, too tired a point to need repeating, and so it was forgotten. A paradox, but such is life, a walk…
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