By: Charles Aldux

9/18/2022

The Docked Boat In Markatyrh

I would advise not to venture to Markatyrh.

Of the place where that ship still stands.

Seeing that place brings a blooded tear.

Leaving on my flesh a defiled brand.

On the surface of the waters that does engulf that land.

Lies the ship that seems placid.

But I warn that underneath.

Underneath in the reflection if you deek.

Is not as lucid as one may think.

In the waters underneath the boat.

Is of a crismon color.

And I feel as if I was hallucinating.

For I saw maimed bodies ever so egregious.

To the surface that did float.

Summoning me I swear it once did.

And I would not advise anyone to venture near it.

For it may claim you as others it once did.

Vampiric flesh it seems to grant.

As the glands of the waters here surely excrete.

And perhaps maybe it is just me.

But after my venture to Markatyrh.

All blood smells and tastes sweet.