Captain Blackheart ' The Ghost In The Mirror ' Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

Captain Blackheart ' The Ghost In The Mirror '



Here you are captain, for long lost,
In the wilderness of the sea;
The horizon seems foggy, no sign of any coast,
And instead of clear water, the oceans seem bloody.

For forty three days now, the burning sun keeps to roast,
You and your whole crew, slowly.
Chased your dreams to be foremost,
In a far away land, and to achieve glory.

The smoke's cleared and there is a sign of a signpost,
That has the inscriptions 'For Never To Be Set Free'.
A lightning bolt of fear stroke my heart to the utmost
Limits there is, the smell of death is in the air, coming closely!

When the men had surrendered their souls almost;
I had to cheer them up, 'Men, you control your own destiny! '
Then I slapped their faces, and their guts were sclerosed,
The pep talk had worked, and once more they looked lively.

And after a long restless suffering for the milquetoast,
There was a sign of life you could see, barely.
The far away land was an eden but filled with frost,
Yet still better than nothing, we knew we're not to reach the holy.

A shattered dream after being by the tides tossed;
Heaven we hoped for but heaven, wasn't a part of this story.
The natives came and of invasion, us they did accost,
I said, 'We come in peace, no need for your fury! '

And when the night fell on us, evil possessed the hosts:
Then each and every one, turned into a zombie.
I shouted, 'Let the devil take the hindmost! '
And then we all fought far bravely.

We send a blow; they blow back as a riposte;
Broken swords everywhere, lives came crashing down brutally.
'Aim for their hearts boys, aim where the glass is embossed! '
And the forty three men, fought the demons like an army.

Suddenly they vanished, like they never existed, like ghosts;
And no wounds were on me or the men, we all felt freaky,
No broken swords also, nobody was crossed,
Maybe it was all a mirage, an illusion that away it did flee.

I stared at my reflection in the ice that's glossed,
Screamed, 'You led your men to a land rolled bewilderedly!
An island where you are your own provost,
In a prison your mind built, and trapped you endlessly! '

And then the truth came unfortunately rearmost;
Unable to believe whether it's really the truth, as it's a bit stormy.
Wandered the whole island, no not wandered but crisscrossed:
In search for an answer, seeking reality!

Then a marvelous mirror, he came across,
Asked, 'Mirror mirror on the wall, why everything is so creepy? '
It replied, 'O Blackheart, what you seek is near, almost,
You just have to look closely! '

After lots of thoughts, quarrelling with Heart's innermost,
He knew what's wrong from the beginning of this journey:
The blackness were in his dreary head, he was haunted by his own ghost!
Never was he a captain, nor sailed a league; only entrapped in a world, imaginary.

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