The Last Voyage: Jack- O-Lantern & Kamikaze #AtoZChallenge

Greetings to you all!

Well, um, yes. You can see I missed the letter ‘J’ yesterday, but I got really busy preparing for a trip, as I told you before. This auntie is heading to another city to meet her first ever official nephew Ramiz :)

I have no idea if I will be able to keep up with the challenge in the upcoming couple of days, let’s just hope no more delays happen.

Anyway, as the title shows today I got two poems for ‘J’ & ‘K.’ the Sea Captain and her crew were in a big trouble last time, will she succeed in saving them?

“This can’t be real!” the Sea Captain whispered to herself.  A ball of light was floating above her opened right palm. She felt the solid ground under her feet the moment she used that spell, but the light barely shown a meter in every direction and all she could see beyond the thick darkness was shadows, of people, running everywhere away from her.

She no longer heard the shouts of her men, she cautiously walked here and there, searching, calling all by name and received nothing but silence.
Or not? 

But there were other sounds, she stopped moving and listened. Laughter, of children, the up-to-no-good kind.

“I know what this is,” the Sea Captain smiled igniting excitement over her fear, “it’s a game!”  

“Catch me if you can!” the eerily merry sound declared.

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Jack-O-Lantern

Devious thing

Fooling my senses

Promising delight but delivering  

Plight

The tricking voice was a step ahead of her every time, the more she keeps this going the more her men will suffer. Time for a counterattack.

“That’s it!” she announced, “I’m done playing with you.” Andsat down, legs crossed.

“Sour loser!” the voice was obviously displeased.

“And you’re boring!” she shot back, pretending to play with her sword that she, some time now, unsheathed. Humming to herself, the Sea Captain new that angering the voice will have its consequences.

But it’s all right, that’s the plan anyway, when the blow comes she will be ready.  

Kamikaze

Unnatural death

Breath in me

The spell of life

Sacrifice

See you tomorrow insha’Alla ;)

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Cinquain is a non-rhyming 5-lined poem pioneered by Adelaide Crapsey (1878 - 1914). There are many ways to write it, weather relaying on the number of words or syllables in each line, which makes it always end up in a diamond-like shape. I will be following the two and sometimes a mix of both types.