poemA Poem by Red M.personally, i hate poetry, but i guess i can try.....the boat had locked claws with the dock the waves, intact with the belly, rocking it ever so slightly. the arival was silent and deadly. in the dead of night, men slipped quietly off masked in the blanket of darkness. with agility and strength of two regular men, they quickly hurried to the town. the captian, patch at his left eye, and the other, peircing who ever dared to speak to him. a sword at his right thigh, a pistol at his left. a red bandana at his forehead and an unshaven face. he too followed, but lagged behind, to watch. staying at the docks, he smiled nastily, as the first scream arose from the town, the scream that woke the neighbors, and only then did he also attack. © 2009 Red M.Author's Note
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