Captain Cur

(England)

Adventures of Two Captains, Fall of A, Part 7


The monster of Ashland was the source of darkness
But nothing can stay against Captain Cur’s blade’s sharpness

The mixture of blood just ran through the air,
I imagined for once my own bier

Death was close to us
I remember my house in the mars

But there was no time to waste,
Ant it was the time that I felt that painful lambaste

I wrapped in darkness….

Written by Ellias Anderson, Captain A
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Submitted: Friday, May 10, 2013
Edited: Friday, May 10, 2013

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The continuation of this series can be found on the page of young Captain A,
Ellias Anderson, a gifted, imaginative and talented writer.

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