In the gathering mysts ~ Tales of the Dark Captain

He stands patient under an ardent moon
his face the color of the pale light

The Dark Captain
a dark man on a dark night

His breath
clouds
reflections on the mysts

He served Her in every capacity
She was his queen

On that dark night
when he was all the stood against the tide
when he turned back the chaos
when he was injured

Without a moment’s hesitation
She stepped across his broken body
to save herself

Leaving him to die

Under an ardent moon
he turns to leave
and his dark from disappears in the gathering mysts

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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