The Seventh Sea By Everett A Warren May 4, 1989 Ethereal blackness, illuminations of the night... Rise... Shake a thousand years... Asleep... Awake once more. Strange and eerie afterglow fades as thunder reaches fragile ears. The night cascading black on black imagination strange visions, Thunder claps, deafening ears, shake my head, try to shake this sleep That has slowly crept in on me leaving me my mind... Against a better judgement, I sound that all is well. Tormented rigging echoes... read more
