Adventure of Two Captains, Ashland Castle of Night, Part 5
Looking at that barren place where there is no hope,
Will destroy our wishes but still we cope.
Our friend wasn't an ordinary creature,
Something strange and unique in his nature.
The castle of night is the source of paradoxical events.
There is the time to think more and work on the hibernal souls
There, the master of wizards and wizardry was leading
And she put our nice friend in a darkened jail.
The life and the death, are two true things
One for gathering the goods and one for the reap,
One for being a pathetic or a king,
This is the tragedy of our lives
And this is the secret about our being.
True friends are like a unite existence
And they are with each other in this life
With no ending length.
The soul of our friend is as clean as the sky,
Pure and clean and without any lie.
The humans and their souls will make a different sense.
Soul, my friend, we are coming.
Written by Ellias Anderson, Captain A
in corroboration with Captain Cur
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
have been a source of true enjoyment. Our friend Soul may
not be enjoying himself in prison, but we hope to extract him
very shortly. However, I hear he is producing quite a bit of
poetry during his incarceration. Please visit Ellias's page to
read the continuation of these adventures.
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