Captain Cur Captain of the Malevolent. Profession, Pirate.
I took an oath that binds me to the sea; I left behind all claims, all history, bundled with my fears I carry them no more from not the throat but from the plexus roar. The storm has raged and now a pensive lull; I string my flag, the crossbones and the skull, the sun has set the world a golden hue a spell is cast across the rising moon, in her glow I rest in magic sleep, the skies are charged, the world is in retreat. I dream and wander deep within her source to forbidden shores, onward is my course.
On Poetry, Her passion's voice more meltingly composed than liquid fire, soft words boiling over too hot for flesh to bear; mesmerizing, coming near, dancing slowly on her smile, waltzing flames touching lips, sweat, desire; in this age, in this time, I am to live through the blaze, heart in hand, my love to give.
To the sea, Guardian of my heart! I trust in thee, enrich my soul and quell my boastful pride; vastness surrounds me, beauty pure and wide let these calm waters fill the days that be. My Lord! My Protector! O! Faithful Sea! One last journey, may faith become my guide; my sails are drawn by cold relentless time this path thou gives, this path thou giveth free to teach man till a greater good is won. May I not repent useless in my grave or count my deeds when all amount to none though flesh is weak I know the spirit brave; admire not power or the lowest s..
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