fragments of stories
half heard in the inn
awoke in me fires
stoked by the gin

catherine anne moored
in secret twilight
buckled neath bullion
jewelled to it's height

a vast templar treasure
won by the blade
fortunes were lost
to greater one's made

made fame in fortune
in furnace of hell
to purchase a passage
to where her boards dwell

war steed I bought
to reach holy land
travelling savagely
mountain to strand

I found her in summer
asleep in her bed
I swam into darkness..

down to the dead

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