theskyatdawn2

Canvas snapping in a southeastern wind, Sun above and salt spray on me chin. We make for Jamaica, our next port of call, Montego Bay, so that we bypass the squall. Aye, we be men of the sea, and secrets she keeps, Pirates they call us, tis’ only treasure we seek. The smell of the brine and the air tastes of salt, When a ship comes in sight, we force them to halt. If after a bloody battle, the ship is left for scrap, All is commandeered from a well-executed attack.   We tie all captains to the mast, as their ships sank, The mates that won’t join us will all walk the plank. Provisions and guns, our means and our way, Hir

Torturing restraint, so violent, slumping like a puppet on a string. Wounds that flow from everywhere, a crushed and broken wing. Manipulating mummering whispered deeply in your ear, Of dark and intended evil, urging you to primal fear. Blood flows from arms and feet, punctured with molten screws. Screams that fracture your mind, is it coming from them or you?   Surrounded on all four sides, to be victimized in hate. Threats to run your bones across, a rough and sharpened grate. Is your spirit trembling with pain, and your heart consumed in fear? For, it will cause your faith to falter, and your destruction’s coming near. Delving de

Two spirits in the moonlight,   dance across the misty moors, Gliding over the pebbled beaches   and the silver sandy shores. Two lovers entwined as one,   in a swirling rhythmic dance, Both lost in love for eternity,   a never-ending romance. Two companions float across   a midnight sapphire sea, Not caring where they go,   or where their suppose to be. Two shadows mingling together,   in a breath of salty air, Enamored with each other’s light,   forever they will share. Two entities blending as one,   in a lingering eternal kiss, Never will the two be parted   in a timeless form of bliss. Two souls in love to the end of time