The Boats of the Glen Carrig
It's been five days In these boats of the Glen Carrig When I's awed by such solitude Alas, God moves in mysterious ways So we pulled wearily towards the isle I swear t'was all but flagrant flatness If we'd only known it was sheer madness We'd stayed away many nautical mile Then there came the first telling of life Like a lonesome wind on a breathy sigh Yet there was no breeze that filled the air With such a despairful cry We harked to the weeping of souls When it died away - no further calls There was this monstrous silence after all Again we harked - what might next befall? A sullen growling from afar The dark was full of it, I swear Aye, no word of which I've knowledge So well describes the hunger, most awesome to the ear
We looked at one another Through the smoke Through the growing dark (May) the devil take the hindmost Aye - an unseen thing stood And cried upon the decks Through planks of groaning wood Right above our heads And scrubbed at the woodwork Now take the pipe right from your mouth! At outmost tension - listen! Crouch! Be aware of horrid powers! Few moments seem like endless hours With sheer destructive urge A many-flapped thing strives The thing that made search - Like raw flesh - but it was alive Secure the fastening, aye! Brace yourselves! There's more to it than meets the eye
It was a stormy night Yet it was none when a lightning'd strike No moon that would shine upon... ... my suspicions - they'd grew on and on The weedmen come anigh Soon - they are upon us! The weedmen come anigh Hideous face will be among us It was a stormy night We stared down upon a most unearthly sight For the valley all beneath us was aswarm None of us - I swear - was safe from harm The giants voice slowly sank Away into the distance, thinned Alas, I swear I felt so bare and blank And yet no sound beyond that of the wind ... the weedmen dwell In these depths of green None of us will live In their graves at sea
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025
While we sit anxious around the bonfires Trying to think of things to say All is lying at the very brink I guess we've seen enough today Aye, it is with truth I say: all fierce to avenge we were As Job had fallen prey This night was just a blur His spirit we will cherish To mourn - we had no time The wicked's light shall perish His spark of fire shall not shine The bo'sun placed his hand with dread Over the poor lad's heart Job - so mangled an be-bled And the boy moved not ever again Our bonfires well raked Sent up nightly pillars of flame The next morning's dawn we waked There was a great wind and rain I hope some day, my friend You'll be back on peaceful soil The least said the better Gotten rid of all turmoil
Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025