A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
A log of our magnificent journey. |
Shrill echoes reverberate across the haunted plain, as ghouls gather outside the cemetery gate. Once summoned to atone for their dastardly deeds, they seek revenge on innocent townsfolk, as payment for their unfortunate fate. Finally free to satiate that long-standing lust for redemption, their voodoo chants, raucous rants, and evil oaths shake you to the core. Miasmic vapors billow forth, and ancient blasphemies emerge, as the mausolean hate campaign erupts from the Gates of Hell. The caterwauling lords of chaos will bury a hatchet in your cranium, as they choreograph their undying vengeance. A plan to eat your brains and guzzle all that blood is also on the agenda. Slicing and dicing are their grotesque delight while they wander here and there throughout the night. The ghouls continue their monstrous celebration, until the early dawn begins to bring some light and disperse the darkness covering the madness. As you clear the cobwebs from your dreamy brain, the ghouls no longer celebrate. 161 words |
The military tradition-- Army, Navy, Air Force, Marines-- all work to fulfill their mission and guide their lives by what it means. From Sergeant's greeting at boot camp, intended to get your attention, to the confined foxholes so damp, beyond civilian comprehension. From the battle of Bunker Hill to Fallujah and beyond, we continue to fill the bill and never fail to respond. |
I am dancing with a moonbeam on joyful spree of reverie, where wishful thinking reigns supreme. So many possibilities to fly away without delay upon enchanted summer breeze. Notes on Onda Mel form of poetry ▼ |