29 February 2017

Reivax Camlost

Across the sea, where white waves crash there cries

A flock of gulls that warn of coming wrong

And sing their praises sweet as siren song

Amidst the broken wreckage of their lies

For all to see their spite, they so despise

Yet still for our great white-winged ships we long

To sail for deadly shores where we "belong"

According to that song that mocks the wise

And now, I say to you a traveler

Be warned be wary of that island sweet

And nary be a night-time reveler

For you and all that island will defeat

And even if the wise held palaver

They'd gladly go to grisly death there meet

 

  • Author: Reivax Camlost (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 1st, 2017 08:04
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  • Tony36

    Great write

  • orchidee

    A good write, but a non-existent day - the title!

    • Reivax Camlost

      Lol yeah, you're right... But I think I'll leave it that way. It adds to the mystique.

    • Augustus

      The old palaverer that I am enjoyed this.



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