Torchlight of Murder 2: Rise of Grace

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Part 2 of the stormy Torchlight. Interesting twist, an fictional first point of view. What year is this ship? What year is it now? Take a guess.

Torchlight Of Murder 2:

(Rise of the Grace)

 

Six months of quiet dreams,

lying awake in the bed of a new lover.

Haunted by the Lady Grace,

a ship wreck of tales and murder.

 

Looming thoughts on a sunny day,

down to the cold parlor.

Studying the log book,

a cold ray of desperation from it.

 

Staring at old diagrams and photos,

a luxury ship built twenty years ago.

Found in the Cape Cod Bay abandoned,

towed to a federal shipyard.

 

Reading a blood stained page,

ink swirled in confusion and a hurried rush.

Deciphering the message in parts,

closed the brown leather cover.

Sipping on Luke warm coffee,

inhaling cigarette smoke.

 

Gathering my fragmented thoughts,

watching the silent rain outside.

Standing by the window,

searching deeply in my spirit.

 

Disappearing into the shipyard,

a violent cold day on my back.

Staring at the Lady Grace,

listening to the low hum of her anguish,

my metallic footsteps echo loudly.

Like a heart beat in a movie.

 

Exploring lower decks,

the walls rusting and full of holes.

Electrical wires hanging down,

puddles of water scattered,

a wispy breeze from the hallway.

A soft glow of the lantern,

decorating the horror with attention.

 

“Tides of fate are not for those who live,

shackled souls to the epic gates of perdition.

We come to release ancient dreams upon the world”,

Scribbled on a mirror in a bathroom.


Submitted: February 22, 2009

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Gentlespirit

Amazing poem. Expertly written. Loved the sounds in this and the way you describe the shell of the once glorious ship that she was. Chilling message written on the mirror. one of my favourite lines has to be 'Staring at the Lady Grace, listening to the low hum of her anguish.......fabulous.

I have not a clue what ship this was, nor the age. I'm intrigued :0/

Mon, February 23rd, 2009 3:46pm

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thank you.

Mon, February 23rd, 2009 8:48am

Gentlespirit

Don't know too much about it, but maybe it was the Titanic? Your words certainly conjured up the image of such a ship.

Mon, February 23rd, 2009 3:48pm

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Not the Titantic, good effort though. I will reveal more in the next Installment. thanks for following the series.

Mon, February 23rd, 2009 8:49am

Pratibha

I also thought it was Titanic...well then, we would wait for the name in next installment....

i am so scared that i am rushing off to bed now....even in my own living room at 1.30am, i am scared.

i am one scaredy cat

Mon, March 2nd, 2009 6:28am

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It is good to be scared sometimes. Just a poem, not all conflicts may end in turmoil. We shall see what happens in the investigation of Lady Grace.

Mon, March 2nd, 2009 6:21am

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