Cyclonic whirlwinds whip to bloodied screams
panting demon breath hissing from inside
premonitions invade my deepest dreams
I heed the call and hear the Muse's cry.
I command sails and turn my ship around
crewed by shadow men sutured by the sea.
I hear the beastly wailing of the hound
in foul blazing dark sky dead misery.
She appeared in white mountain drifting clouds
a sleeping child curled tightly in her wings,
ice tip blues arose and trimmed her layered shroud
encased in stars crowned by planet rings.
She bent the rays and lit my pensive ship
with open lids of cool gold moon dressed eyes
broke the darkness with sun soaked burning lips
spread her arms and fanned the desert skies.
I felt the beast his ruthless claws in me;
yet, amazed at this marvel to my sight
then she fell and bruised the waiting sea
it's vast cold soul extinguishing her light.
My ship crushed by the violence of the waves,
I was thrown but with purpose I now rise
then saw the brief opening to her cave
penetrating the heart of Isle Curdi.
Captain Cur
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