My End... Poem by *Brad Combs* (The Igloo Pirate too) *^*Sitting at that Table for One*^*

Up an Down,
Left and Right,
Are no where in sight.! .

There might just be,
A fight in the night.! .

O sky of darkness, O sky of sadness,
Why do you bestowe this upon me.! .

Might i be, another bee,
In your Hive of dark illed saddness.! .

Escape i must, Escape i will,
For i am nothing, with you in my life.! .

Take the knife, take the scythe
To my Life.! .

Or forever i be in neverness,
The saddest soul, who stole.! .

Clever an ill willed i may be,
The sea will always take thee.! .

Ride to the fight in the night,
It might be, the key,

To my victory, or my Defeat