Atmospheric poetry Stories

The Devils Hunt Sit ye lad And have a drink And buy a pint for me. I'll tell ye a tale as black as ink Of my last trip to sea Have ye heard o' the Essex lad? Perhaps ye heard the tale? She was a grand and stately ship, Stout of mast and sail. Aye the Essex was a mighty ship And of her we did regale And on her decks we sailed the sea to hunt the great sperm whale We set out from the grey waters off Nantucket sound And made...

In dreams so green and drifting nightly painThe restless skies may often bring chill rainTo trickle down my cheeks in pristine linesAnd wash away the dark and haunted signs  Just one more day accepting choices made 'Tis not too much to ask at evening's shadeA nightfall that may bring my sweet releaseWhile heavens open up to bring true peace Her echoing bright laugh would fill the airWith childlike songs expressing not a c...