Cyclonic whirlwinds whip to bloodied screams
panting demon breath hissing from inside
premonitions invade my deepest dreams
I heed the call and hear the Muse's cry.
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Hey Captain, pleased to see you are sailing back to shore, not read all your latest adventures YET, ...I see your quill is working overtime doing very good work. Hope Pirate girl is helping out,
I was thrown but with purpose I now rise... this poetry keeps an essence of its own...a longed for essence! ! !