| Posted on March 12, 2011 at 4:12 PM |
The ghost of Captain Hood,
to Possum Hollow is bound,
searching out his stolen body,
that was scattered all around.
In a thorny thicket,
the crow has built his nest,
crying for the Captain,
still he cannot rest.
The stones, they are a ruin,
the bones, returned to clay;
but Captain Hood still lingers,
longing for the day...
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