Captain Blood's Cabin
Stand at ease young matie...Welcome aboard me ship. I have seen by all counts that you have proved yourself in battle and wish to stay on as my cabin boy...Well shiver me timbers if I don't need a bit of tidying up in me cabin...But listen well to me warning...Stay clear of milady, for she belongs to me heart.
Winds begin to blow; skies begin to darken.
An all consuming force swells upon the horizon.
A lone traveller treads along a path set forth by fate,
each step taken upon a road he wishes to forsake.
Closer and closer he marches towards what could be his doom.
Suddenly its upon him, as forces rise up from the gloom,
the urge to flee has risen within, no attainable end in sight.
Previous challenges conquered now appear so slight.
Unable to turn back, certain destruction if his will should falter.
Just as all seems lost and his soul has been placed upon an evil alter,
A light penetrates this unholy darkness and from its center a figure does he see.
Not quite tangible to his conscious mind, but his heart abounds with glee.
He begins the battle anew reuniting both body and soul.
Desperately fighting to attain every man's ultimate goal.
The figure becomes clear, it is a woman, a woman who strengthens his cause.
One who won't question his honor and will love him despite his flaws.
Victory shall be his, no force can withstand this new power he has gained.
Through the final barrier he crashes, embracing this woman his goal attained.
The Lady Sarah
SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes an starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
By Lord Byron
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