Wainwright Barrows Of The Sea, Pirate Adventures (9) - Poem by Captain Cur
Caverns echo cataclysmic inductions
sweeping maudlin faced aspiring domes
petrified enormous trees bridge deep chasms
deadened with their inner life force gone.
Stone lined swirling paths opaque jagged walls
displace the tomb entwined fractured stalls
impoverished dust and skeletal remains
stillborn voiceless egos stamp their grave.
Isle Curdi's barren forged formation
volcanic ethers revered mutation
migrating souls eclipsed in eternity
hauled by wainwright barrows of the sea.
I pressed my blade against the witch's throat
with great effort her parched lips slowly broke.
I bade her, 'Show me the crypt of my Muse; '
with verbal strength rising violent breath
she stubbornly refused.
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