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Dedicated, ultimately, to Rhys. Probably...my best friend...ever... Originally Dedicated to the ever-changing cast of the Ghost Ship,
her Supreme Captain and Officers *salute*, Crew, Allies, Visitors, Friends and Foes
...and Slazenger
...and to all those who truly make the Chathouse's 'Ghost Ship' and the 'Peaceful Prairie'
and other rooms places filled with Love, Light and Laughter...and...Life. Unconditionally.
*S* You're probably in here, somewhere. I update this 'historical epic' often.
Oh, and the Guest Book and other 'fun' stuff is wayyyyy down there *points to the bottom*
*giggles* Hell it IS an Epic. *brave smile* Homer? Virgil? Suck eggs, buds.


" Ahoy, Love ... Light, Laughter "

Looking starboard a Castle shimmers through the mist.
Tall, proud generations of ... cold clannish stones ... cute guys ...
Gentle Lords and Ladies, some of the Nyghte or the Blade, blessed be.
Caw! Caw! Alabaster albatross! Eager egrets. Cow birds. *Gruha!*

Jib Ho to Port! Midnight Dreams or misty Moons, the wild wolves howl
from bared fangs, dens of warm wet welcoming fur.
Where emerald-eyes with talismans and space cadets cavhort clandestinely.
The mouse nibbles happily on cheese and time flies during Illegal Procedures.

Magical mystical circular cults gather in fermenting vessels,
eye-changing, form-shifting garou and evil encompasses... ALL ...
thus Vamps drink bloodwyne to live forever. Should I swear to the Darrke?
Faeries and maidens dance and the master dragon's fire doth enflame X's...

Lost sacred Solo (Stone-d?) souls rush from room to room to room
seeking for a friend, or foe, or forgiveness ... or her true love.
Wild West, Downstairs, and all through the house the creature...crept?
Red Stockin's and her Master played, teachers taught, nurses healed.
Availing themselves of...what? Pleasure? Innocence? ... *oh god* ... LIFE?
Rebecca of sunny Brook farms Will live...the yellow rose ...Dall-ass.

Captains and Qommanders and kickass Kings ... Beauties, Beasts...
"jemandem begegnen, ein Lachreiz Uberfiel sie."
Wenches, Witches and Queens ... and all of them. Us. We!

And a scoped-out serving wench cries out, clutching a brass dagger
back pressed to the for'castle ... fight? flee? Nay, not me!!
Wide, wary, weary eyes squinted, guilded hands clenched. Noooooo!
Brother H'kins, hackman in stereo, don ex-calibers ... lily pirates all!

Leaky wet virginal vessels gentled by knights-in-white-satin secrets.
Lucifer loves jesting and juggling, plays the 'chell game blithely...
and a ship-bound Gwrda waves a gentle gardener's hand...holds her heart...
Silver earrings and broaches chime in unison "..caru...Cariad...caru..."
He looks shoreward and sighs over the beautiful fertile savannahs.

And we, not unlike a ghastly galleon Ghost Ship are sea-tossed;
ocean-Spawned avengers and homocidal dead men, Jesus Christ supernovas,
sighing, surfing on the moon's reflection. Nights de Moon, indeed!!
Buff-ered, battered and thrust toward the infernal rocks; oft' alone,
DOOM-ed as are D'babes. DOOMed as are the wicked wanton wenches...POD!
Private Own Destiny? Yes, reduced to babbling baby Brooks, POD's will kill you.

Ahoy, Laughter!
Is your Hell Shangri-La? Or my Heaven's gate, simply a garden Eden?
Firey muses study, write of assassins demanding payment for blood.
Heros? Thugz? Alliances? Amazons? Camelot? Crystal Towers? CDC? KMAC?
Loyal arching welds of blue crystal clans, and Star*Mages use magic...
Black cats prowl and a red-crimson phoenix rises over the crow's nest.
Oh, god, nest...so close...so forever far away...forsaken...aeternitas....

Remembering whispered wickedness on a weather-worn couch...
Satanic witch-like bitter images of loud love and lust.
Many resort to roam exciting exotic ports of call, during lonely
living moments, only to return running humbly homeward.

Officer's integrity...suffers...seems acceptable...I don't judge...

Do you hear the soul-wretching sobs of broken-hearted angels
washed willy-nilly onto sandy shell-strewn beaches?
A vented victorious vector, mentally mathematical, quantum quandry.
The same foundry of blacksmith'd cobra-embellished military swords
can craft medallions of friendship, precious pendants of peace, and love.
Deep cry ... "Per Mare, Per Terras", are we...

Will you listen to the psychotic, psychic mutterings of a sea hag?
Elvin elementals, healing herbs, absolutely adored alchemies, lost loves...
"grata superveniet quae non sperabitur hora"
and again...vanilla rains her friendship on Living Hells
artificially sweetens the Buffered Captain ...
and a triangular first love moans, 'It had to be ... you ...'
Or you, or YOU, or You... It hadda be, Today...
And the wench lives, loves Hell...a silhouette...a shadow...a nothing.

Ahoy, Light!
Bravely brazen wanton words, pearls of perfected tell-tale truths,
cynical commentary, slashing satire, heavens to mergatroid!
Sword-edged words of rage and pirate pain thrusting about blindly;
Proclaimed passionately in public places, whispered in private rooms.

Fight me, fight FOR me...justify me...but do not judge me...nor I, you.
Chuckle, chortle and chat with me...Add to the addiction! Unconditional umbrage...

The Moon smiles impishly, *one-shoulder shrug* and sighs deeply ...
Beauty becomes the Beast, and the beloved beasts, more beastly still.

Ahoy, Love! ...

A lonely late-May Moon crumbles to the floor, alone again naturally.
Calling, crying to Leucothea, Aphrodite, Amphitrite.
Lyr, too, hast thou forsaken me?? They know not what they do.
Firmly planted on the Prairie, searching eyes scan the heavens for a familiar contrail.
She listens, quietly, to the memorable melodies of the starsong. Heartstrings pluck.
...slowly turning to pursue trivia with the omnipotent ocean.
*giggles* Hello, Beloved One, old friend. It's good to be alive.....

I think.



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FOOTNOTES:

"caru ... Cariad ... caru" ... Welsh, for roughly: 'beloved one'.

"Qommanders" ... German for Commander

"jemandem begegnen, ein Lachreiz Oberfiel sie."
German for roughly '...salutes with a smile, she has a fit of giggles...'

Latin from Horace's Epistles, reads:
Inter spem curamque, timores inter et iras omnen crede diem tibi diluxisse supremem:
"grata superveniet quae non sperabitur hora"
This means:
Amid the hope and worry, the fear and anger believe that each day which breaks is your last:
'the unhoped for hour will be a welcome surprise.'

For Protectors of Seafarers:
Leucothea (who saves sailors from shipwreck), Aphrodite (who protects sailors),
Amphitrite (who calms stormy seas) , and Lyr (the Welsh God of the sea).