Spectral Verses, I, The Twilight And The Gloom Poem by Captain Cur

Spectral Verses, I, The Twilight And The Gloom

Rating: 5.0


What fair voice calls my name as I loiter in the grave
a poet now besieged with ignoble repartee,
death is just a misty cloud that hides the quilted waves
patterns of the fickle tides that charge then run away.
In my youth I sang great chants, my verse would never sway
banished from my native soil I sailed to war with fate,
hearing echoes from my past I fought in unknown bays
hoping for a hero's death my sins to mitigate.
Alas! No peace, no resting place, unsettling as the moon
where my spirit walks between the twilight and the gloom.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A most valued pirate and I
were discussing Lord Byron
and this poem was composed.
I was encouraged to share it.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Unwritten Soul 19 April 2013

Like a sword this poem is, it strong, and sharp...sharper when somebody know how to keep it right...and you keep it better with words you made it stronger..amazing my captain_Soul

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Valerie Dohren 14 April 2013

Hope you find your peace CC - excellent write.

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Shahzia Batool 14 April 2013

A new kind of terror...the most wanted and longed for, which people don't escape rather seek for it! ! !

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