Demon Seas, Part 2 - Poem by Captain Cur
Lightening shears the darkened skies
exposing faceless demons
whose voices roll and echoes long
express their morbid treason
against god, against man,
as they mount each rising swell
that smashes down my stricken ship
with the waterfalls of hell.
A blackened cloud hides the hand
of fates intent and mammoth purpose
that grips the tip of the topsails mast,
that steadies and supports us
in trials that test the pitch
filled seams of hollow boats,
that wears down human flesh
and sheds the skin that coats
the temporal spirit that thrives and lives
despite our base afflictions
that rises above the diseased mind
of criminal addictions,
Do I possess the will to break
the bestial need to hunt,
or wear the squalid shame of men
who fail on every front.
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Translated April 2012.
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