Saturday, June 24, 2006
The Captain marauds
A crimson wave rolls in.
The townfolk freeze in place,
instincts bred of generations of suffering.
Womenfolk steel themselves in resignation.
Menfolk slump their shoulders and shrink.
Young girls gaze longingly at the horizon,
waiting to sight the first sail;
they know not the horrors that await.
The anchors are dropped.
Captain Bloodsnatch has arrived.
Posted by Jess at 6/24/2006 02:36:00 PM ::

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