"Steady as She goes..."

The turmoil turned terror & life lured a luscious ledge to a sureevil.Predictions, slumped a significant idea of solace within an eraending in tragedy;She conquered nothing but merely a little piece of Heaven &Hell..."Beware of the Storm, it'll wreck us....we're doomed!"

A last sigh of hope, a lingering light - thoughts of despair &dreadful ideals idolised an idle idiocy of obstinacy.The abyss' no longer an enigma : inspite of losing espoir,Calypso's hatred pitied their misfortune...alas, the tempest turnedinequities into ****** silences."The wind...the wind's on our side boys!"

Death was worth living for while life - seemed so solitary...scarceto survive for."It's a pirate's life for me, savvy!"

The tale's to an end.

~ A. Rose

There was a soft thud, the sound vibrating through the air but loud enough to warn me.  

Its furry shadow flickered across the window.

The sheets where already above my head.

I was curled, terrified on what was to come. And yet...

A thud, another. A bang, a shriek.

Its teeth were scraping along the wood of the door.  

It was soon to come in, the collar given sitting beside me.

It wasn’t for it anymore.

She told me it was the perfect name.

I thought my name was perfect too.

Until I had to wear it.

its shadow emits over the window, creating darkness like the night.

It was quiet. It wasn’t scraping the door or thumping its feet.  

It was staring.  

I thought of it at least being peaceful.

But there is no peace in the silence it gives us.

If nine are all that you shall pass
The Circles from the Hell to grasp
If once you thought you have seen worse
Maybe you should try live to burn
  
What's to be sinner or a saint
Have you ever met one of them
If asking for their life and choice
Do you sense truth in their voice
  
Who will admit to have done wrong
Who will say I have left and broke
Who will be honest to say "Yes"
If asking have you wished a death
  
Isn't it very thin the line
Beyond which everything is blind
You think you're good but is it true
If saying "Yes" to all but you
  
The saint may say it's selfish then
You need to care for all men
But if that leaves your soul just drained
Will he come to heal you instead
  
What medicine can you take if
You feel like used as handkerchief
Thrown on the way where all feet step
Indifferent of sins or saints
  
Match nine lights -see your Universe
Burn down and come back all to you
Don't waste the second time in if
"Am I a saint-what others think?"