The Haunted Hour - An Anthology by Various
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The children played about my decks,
The women sang--and then-- And then--the sun blushed scarlet And Heaven hid its face, The world that God created Became a shameful place! "My wrongs cry out for vengeance, The blow that sent me here Was aimed in Hell. My dying scream Has reached Jehovah's ear. Not all the seven oceans Shall wash away that stain; Upon the brow that wears a crown I am the brand of Cain." When God's great voice assembles The fleet on Judgment Day, The ghosts of ruined ships will rise In sea and strait and bay. Though they have lain for ages Beneath the changeless flood, They shall be white as silver, But one--shall be like blood. FEATHERSTONE'S DOOM: ROBERT STEPHEN HAWKER Twist thou and twine! in light and gloom A spell is on thy hand; |
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