idesiremoonlight

The man stood at the top of the rocky cliff, looking down at the shore as the fog began to roll in with each passing wave.  Closer the white mist crept along the waters’ edge as if it had purpose in doing so.  The glow from the moon made all movement of the ocean visible to the naked eye.  He stood transfixed, unable to move from the position he was in.  So intent was he on the vision down below, he did not yet notice how the fog had managed to make its’ way to the very spot he was standing.  The air felt noticeably colder then it should have.  He then adjusted the collar of his jacked and tucked his hands into the pockets of his

                      The Man of War On distant land so far away, a lad in prime of life. Set foot on land he did not know; its' world was filled with strife. Amidst the firing of the guns, his inner fears arose. To push him on in bravery, to conquer all his foes. Onward, onward he did go, a man he had to be. Across the plundered land he trod, to set his people free. Stealthily thru rough terrain, he gallantly did plod. Without a care about himself, 'twas in the hands of God. Ahead of him, his ememy, behind him lay the dead. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, his life was filled with dread. His comrades falling by his side, then to hims