Captian's Log An Almost Finished Poem 19 Dec 2019 Off the road a little way I saw a glowing fire. Ending was this too long day; I thought there to retire. Grassy was the little rise I climbed to…
Captian's Log A Still Unfinished Poem 18 Dec 2019 Off the road a little way I saw a glowing fire. Ending was this too long day; I thought there to retire. Grassy was the little rise I climbed to…
Captian's Log Unfinished Poem 16 Dec 2019 I'm tired and can't seem to catch my stride with this poem. Please enjoy it anyway. Off the road a little way I saw a glowing fire. Ending was…
Captian's Log Poem: A Beast in the Night 12 Nov 2019 The snarling beast enwrapped in dark shadows, his ready fangs baring, their ivory tone reflecting back the lantern’s glare—he shows their dagger’s curve. Upon this road alone the traveler, receding…
Captian's Log Dying Land 14 Sep 201914 Sep 2019 Over the moor, their lanterns leading, the distant fairies my window pass. I noticed them last night. Again this night they journey on. I fear this exodus, that soon no…
Captian's Log Rising Sun 26 Jan 2019 While the others lay sleeping, he sat up, gazing out into the eternal darkness, the empty starless night surrounding them, their heaven and their hell, their north and south, their…
Captian's Log Dark Skies in the Morning 3 Nov 20183 Nov 2018 As the first, brilliant rays of the sun peaked over the alien horizon, the sky grew black as death, the dimming stars preparing for their king. He loved to sit…
Captian's Log Hold on ’till Morning Come 26 Oct 2018 Voice 1: I’ve no more love to give. Voice 2: Speak less harshly, dear one. Voice 1: No heart have I but what was spent. Voice 2: You’re nearly through…
Captian's Log Wizard’s Death 26 Aug 201826 Aug 2018 Marvelous, that green, those treetops, the taste of the mist on your tongue, the early rays of dawn coming over the hills; nothing could match it. It was all so…
Captian's Log… Wolf Head: The Wolf 5 Aug 2017 The priestess, mud still dripping from her white undergarments, contorts her face in horror. Before Richard can think, he hears the wicker door fly open, and the world turns read.…
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