Cyclonic whirlwinds whip to bloodied screams <br />panting demon breath hissing from inside <br />premonitions invade my deepest dreams <br />I heed the call and hear the Muse's cry. <br /> <br />I command sails and turn my ship around <br />crewed by shadow men sutured by the sea. <br />I hear the beastly wailing of the hound <br />in foul blazing dark sky dead misery. <br /> <br />She appeared in white mountain drifting clouds <br />a sleeping child curled tightly in her wings, <br />ice tip blues arose and trimmed her layered shroud <br />encased in stars crowned by planet rings. <br /> <br />She bent the rays and lit my pensive ship <br />with open lids of cool gold moon dressed eyes <br />broke the darkness with sun soaked burning lips <br />spread her arms and fanned the desert skies. <br /> <br />I felt the beast his ruthless claws in me; <br />yet, amazed at this marvel to my sight <br />then she fell and bruised the waiting sea <br />it's vast cold soul extinguishing her light. <br /> <br />My ship crushed by the violence of the waves, <br />I was thrown but with purpose I now rise <br />then saw the brief opening to her cave <br />penetrating the heart of Isle Curdi.<br /><br />Captain Cur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heart-of-isle-curdi-pirate-adventures-7/
