Monday, January 12, 2009

The Ghost Ship


The creature, its middle years approaching,

Was fierce; a fading beauty swift to rage,

Yet stroking the egos it did engage

In conversation. How it took to wing,

Soaring above the morbid dross of life.

Nothing touched it; no salt on this birds tail.

Then he appeared, a ghost ship in full sail;

Wielding covert endearments like a knife.

The creature faltered in mid flight and fell,

Her heart tattooing wildly in despair.

He said “But all I wanted was to care.

My love can’t be the cause of your death knell.”

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