POETIC INJUSTICE

AN EERIE OUTER SPACE ORBIT

Through the vastness of time and space
A ship adrift on solar winds
Pilot with a skeletal face
Course set where reality bends

The universe, where myths abound
Gave promise of legends unknown
Left earth’s hold with vessel unsound
Now floating with both engines blown

Three stories per cycle are heard
As spaceship goes barrelling by
With return forever deferred
Unless orbit fails in the sky

Yet one last action as captain
Still remains for the wayward host
Self destruct sequence could happen
If he yields and gives one last toast

FRIGID FEARS IN FROZEN LANDS

In the windswept northern wasteland
Five stormy miles above camp base
A climber suspended by hand
Will be soon lost without a trace

Whilst searching for stories untold
In the arctic barren remote
A blizzard began to unfold
As he found a grim anecdote

He shouted out three of the tales
With the hopes of finding his way
All were soon lost in the storm gales
No response, his grip gave away

Then he triggered the snow to slide
On accident during his fall
His skeleton easy to hide
Snow and bone both white in the squall

SINKING IN THE SWAMP OF SORROWS

Deep within a southeastern mire
Drifts a makeshift raft truding by
Its skeletal host doesn’t tire
Of finding new stories to try

A trove of tales are in the bog
At least that’s what locals proclaim
So across the swamp in the fog
Floats the ghost in search of his game

Through cyprus and moss, south winds blow
Echoing dark tales of the lost
Three are told at a time to show
How all choices come with a cost

Then the raft is torn asunder
As twine fails and logs fall away
Folklore lost; down sinks the plunder
Misjudged how much stories might weigh

DRIVING THE HIGHWAY OF HORRORS

Across wide expanse of blacktop
Bridged by time, mechanics, and fuel
Thunderous tires rumble non stop
Car driven by hideous ghoul

The vehicle offers a ride
To a creepy wandering soul
The voyage resumes once inside
Without destination or goal

Far from a radio station
Time is passed with frightening tales
One for each state of the nation
As they speed through numerous trails

The convertible haunts the road
The horrific passengers ride
With tales that frighten and forebode
Sanity falls by the wayside