Prologue
The
story of Royal
according
to the journal
of
Milo Ambrose.
And
official records
to
present day.
Constant
warring.
Pestilence.
Slavery.
Behavior
of kings.
to
fill scroll
and
folio over time.
This
Kingdom.
This
archipelago.
The
story is of legend.
I
witness a murder.
Is
’01 I’m in the states.
Come
of age Jim Crow
and
prohibition.
Mine
education is driver
then
most wanted.
Land
of God’s and monsters
and
vex sweep east to west
there
are dead.
There
haze and rain.
I
witnessed a murder.
I’m
in the Grand Tower.
The
Constable surround
Ravenswood.
A bit of slow burning dramatic.
The intensity the central figure.
The terror you cross him.
This noir.
The pounding regret his head.
Physical. Mental.
Chemical account the headache.
His sacred narcotic.
They wish me lonesome for I am danger.
Local bird don’t suffer me.
Pensive.
Plodding.
Classic dark.
Such vistas killing fields.
There’re beasts in the streets.
I’m responsible let you tell it.
Spit your hatred and strength in number.
With weapon the lot of them.
Don’t cool till done in.
The B.C.’s. The A.D.’s.
The wonders by drift and divide.
Always rival girl child.
By sword. By thunder.
Mine tempest lonely long ago.
Strike at me sicken cry
from within you echo.
I’m in your court.
I’m link to all things distress.
Disorder.
Twenty century pensive.
The mantle Metropolitan.
Is
melancholy
get
me up and
downward
spiral.
Mine
feted return.
Then
quick as
quick
is gone.
Drink
and revelry.
There
blood
on
bricks.
The
horrors
before
and
subsequent.
Bounty
men
set
on me.
Vamp
see mine
blood
filthy.
I
know with
hers
shoulders.
Between
and
betwixt
I’m
magic in it
Melancholy
get
me up.
Love
Love
is once in a while
dream
of mine.
Non
descript lodging.
I
am lone sir.
What
horrors such that
in
number recorder deeds.
I’m
all the talk right ‘round.
Grand
noir is familiar.
Mine
overture sinister.
At
yours best she’s thin
skinned
threat of death sure.
I
entreat you love.
High
card make her player.
She’s
over mad with it.
Mine
archetype full figure
She
offer tribute.
I’m
like this for hours.
Usual
progress vex.
Some
sojourn period dress.
Random
hour eager
hers
ablation.
Port Royal
I surround myself with acolyte.
She’s finders keepers.
Come little man scented vials.
I intend ravage you.
Protagonist Port Royal.
War with Jamaica.
Refuse gifts of
feast of native meat.
Bejeweled offering.
Talk of armada and
hostile.
I’d not change stripes.
Multiple house and wives.
Keep her sleeping gown.
Dream but strange.
Savage much of it.
Is thrill that did her.
Frenzy within inch of life.
Revolt is the new black.
The
Duchess
I
am behest the Duchess.
She’s
North Star legerdemain.
Mine
bombast is braggart.
Fun
and games directly.
Plunder
classic darkness.
Early
onset lot of them.
Drink
is for hers congress.
I
am about when thirst will drive
some
devil to account.
Don’t
stop me modesty.
City
circuit word on the pavement.
I’m
loyal foil.
Dime
novel bed chamber torture.
Been
time enough, love.
Hers
muddy water
thrown
in as charmed.
Is
unseasonable.
The
rest saliva.
Kenwood
kiss and tell.
This
Babylon all the best ritual.
Let
her tell it she is pride of…
Days
of rain and blood.
Eyes
wide I slice hers silken.
Many
fortnight yours
fight
is showing.
There
effigy on the morrow.
Edgewater
Such
vistas, beasts
in
the streets.
I’m
responsible let you tell it.
Spit
yours hatred
and
in numbers with weapon.
Always
girl child.
Been
days of rain.
Drink
and smoke.
For
real and hoped
I’m
stable mate.
All
intent to it fruitless.
Given
to vivid trickery.
Full
figure, love.
Sides
of the drive
and
rival killers.
She
fell where it struck her.
Stretch
of inner city
zero
hour chagrin.
So
rival bookend it.
Shrill
in hers thrill of him.
It
leak out all manner
scavenger.
Best Of Times
The why’s, wherefores
‘tween us.
All the sweet in Texas.
Overstated between us.
Bit of sage.
I am need and want.
Hurrah right round.
My confederate such why.
Gold star fond.
My archetype thickset.
Nightmare
Garden
It
is midnight so it go.
Until
morning
and
they die.
This
is love.
Mine
course is terror.
Future
liaison some
fortnight
back and forth.
A
kings ransom for them
consummate
tender.
Access
the garden.
Open
to spans of vanity.
Three
corners and the march
of
the bizarre.
The
fringe spill over
from
the portico.
The
sun strike all sides.
Nightmare
part of the whole.
Ideal
macabre role play.
Matters to you
when the brooding
and to stir it up
roughhousing introduce
into the narrative.
Time is cold and melancholy.
I write from what was.
Relish she’d grown handsome.
I make dame of her.
Best dressed I’d spent on her.
Short order I’m menace.
Unmask me how I’m called,
however I present gentle sir.
Matters to you
when the brooding
and to stir it up
roughhousing introduce
into the narrative.
Time is cold and melancholy.
I write from what was.
Relish she’d grown handsome.
I make dame of her.
Best dressed I’d spent on her.
Short order I’m menace.
Unmask me how I’m called,
however I present gentle sir.
Mood
The
leaves fallen by now.
Heavy
and notice day
most
down cast.
A
day opaque and stark.
Romantic
lament the dark.
Cold
come in heavy
cloak
the mood.
Is
string of fancy
and
them is shook.
Is
best when overlook.
The
elements left her
Free
fall.
The
day most melancholy.
A
day opaque.
Romantics
lament aint been sun.
In
its place woman.
Vessel
The
sounds from
the
brush.
And
the rain.
That
lure the
inappropriate
element.
Was
vulgar prior,
is
life giving.
Heady
from the
ground
up.
I
talk you up.
Essence
for days
drip
from hers lips.
Nature
of our excess.
Is
host that feed it.
She
is vessel.
Present
tension of
late
betwixt.
For
hers part but
to
favor me.
Thought
of me.
Thought
of we.
Good
Steward
Mine
weighty sum
muddy
water run aground.
She
ceremonial dress.
Inner
thigh wolven.
Well
settled
the
little room.
The
bed and table
and
books.
Immerse
in poetry.
End
game clumsy
and
telling.
Turn
of century
bogeyman.
Back
stairway strange.
I
am quoted horror.
Mine
overture tight quarters.
This
Is Us
So
we roles play.
All
the flattery is gibberish at the end.
Delve
into her what catch her breath.
The
heart broke catch her death.
I
prepare for the night what call for.
Camisole
and the like and what she keep to the vest.
Is
time I seen it. All promises and notions.
This
is us and the smoke of the home fires.
Big
windows you astride.
I
wrest it from her as eventual.
She’s
lost to the room.
Mine
opportune and your profile.
Was
better days I wade in den cultured women.
Talk
at me with the "show you mine."
A
minute of excess, love and I'm in the breach.
We
have time of our lives.
The
mad dash water’s edge.
Can
hardly but show your best.
Disregard
the wear on the fabric.
A
Pinot Gris and is supple.
Everything
that come from it be sweet.
Noir
She
bring vintage.
Sit
with me.
Noir
to mine story
spin
as quickly
come
to mind.
Forgive
mine robust.
Just
as quickly
them
gone.
Is
been days of grays.
Myself
at first glance
understated.
It
is about gloaming.
I’m
lone wolf.
The
dusty blinds.
Dead
flies.
Smell
of piss.
Parsing
wish and wonder.
Seasons
sweet and gone.
I
love the likes of you.
Human
as shown is no life.
Ever
dark we dark as dark.
Memory as flame.
The lot to bonfire.
Totality of shame.
I give you salutation.
The profile
the death of the heroine.
All the fetish gin up.
as lonely grip swift and heavy.
She carry on Nonplussed.
She arrive to nocturne.
I’m mad hat these nights.
Noir
II
I’m
night crawler but
darkness
it burns.
Black
ensemble.
Scream
of terror.
Yours
boutique sleep.
Mine
agress bigger things.
We
are into the noir.
I
take to dreams pleasing
disrupt
yours dress.
A
sibling in her stead.
Fly
in fly out again.
Commonality
in mine ken.
Talk
of mad season.
Depiction
in the raw.
None
shame to it.
Word
to the Matriarch.
I
send mine man for hers things.
Room
for books and shoes.
Smell
of piss and cannabis.
Hardly
gallant.
She
scream all she want.
Mine
animal arouse.
She’s
on the streets.
The
fleet afoot.
Mine
animal faster
than
she run.
Mine
sinister begin and end.
Overstated
between us.
I’m
capable until I’m not.
Presume
upon you mine ultimate.
Noir
III
I’m
Trojan horse.
Just
so I’m on the inside.
I’m
yours corner shadow.
The
precious get me.
She
know mine vein.
Expect
I’m solid state.
The
precious get me.
Mine
noir if you please.
Choose
mine
and
it be so.
I
am smitten.
I
don’t go slow.
Let
her tell it,
I
don’t kiss hers neck.
Come
to rest against her.
Killer
is mine, love.
From
hers lips is
cause
célèbre.
All
the gentile
she
could muster.
Draw Nigh
Draw nigh whatever ancients.
Woman and the lights play upon her.
I’m good for a night.
Perhaps this night.
The over powering wind
and goose bump your skin.
The night spent on fetish love.
It take mettle all us.
They draw nigh.
For my part make of you maven.
She’s every welcome.
and a time for us.
Short Timers
They short timers at
waters edge.
This patch of sand.
Just time enough.
When strong wind
and we’re speechless.
That cannot breathe
at great heights.
Like recall there once was.
This patch of sand and wind
and ceaseless by and by.
Mine
Schooling
I’m
become him.
and
work certified liar.
I’d
kept it torrid.
Some
hopeful
heart
of stone.
Fates
what they are.
Might
be watch
what
you say.
Better
inside the eye.
Might
be as I tell you.
Winter
wind through
window
blow
she
needful things.
Thy
will be done.
The
casual eye
to
the butcher.
The
black door is mine.
As
much torrid
I’m
in the city.
Mine
room is flies
and
high hopes.
Is
drink I die slow.
Mine
descent I chronicle.
I
Milo.
Dreadnought
The
desolation and
the
husks of buildings.
I’m
beach side.
I’m
look inside old homes.
They’re
gone and abandon.
The
weeds on the place.
What
dreadnought?
The
old home
without
warmth.
But
walls and echo
mine
isolate voiced.
Bigger
fright than I,
what
dreadnought?
Between
us need and want.
The
strip is bankrupt.
Said
exodus past Albion.
The
Babylon that was.
Barely
flicker candelabra.
They
don’t fight just now.
What
dreadnought?
I‘d thought the Gods
had given up.
Leave it to the fates
and the furies.
She give me treat
without violence
of copulating.
She cut a figure
in waiting.
The raven
The bird of state
no patron saints.
Hardly angels to appeal
our better nature.
What for retreat?
Days of strange
She with the broods.
Seen it have
I never sweeter.
Callow.
Frame your enigma
needful things.
Need but form
and function.
The lady is promoter.
The consummate
go ‘round the bed head.
Every arrogance
I am latest and greatest.
Come black bird
sign of the exotic.
An oasis of the curious.
The cliffs and
the sunken ships.
The delirium
and the follies.
The lapping at
the theater door.
They drink and they fight
to pen the death of the heroine.
Treacherous waters.
When the pubs let out
they draw pistols.
She come out of the dark.
South Village stage
and blood moon.
It is murder to cast.
In the background
the mountains of Brandywine.
And the lions.
The Grand Islands.
The castle at Trancoso.
The plantation that was Albany.
The Villas at Patagonia.
The ruins at the Grand.
She's toast Water Street Clubs.
And waterfront infamous.
Across the way Patagonia.
Associate with members of court.
She's matron on the quarter.
County seat.
Come from Albemarle.
Ravenswood Alumnus.
Ravenswood Summer Club.
Heaven and her gardens.
Each city a social circuit.
I make you Maven.
Them on the walk sing
your glowing in chalk.
Roving Bacchanal.
Bird in number succumb.
Found her but sleeping gown.
Death of the Duchess.
Tell of her and all comers.
It overcome her while
she's in theater and it kill her.
The Heavens and their gardens
She shame your vineyard.
The islands are lush
The meek shall inherit.
He's met his match
Smell of ardor for days.
the aroma is sharp.
She groom for a wife.
The depth of summer.
Establish we're more than friends.
For a time lose themselves.
The Story of Bedlam.
And through history
they harbinger of things.
Need for blame.
War. Pestilence.
Loneliness.
Dreamless sleep.
Nightmare.
Puddle of sweat.
This kingdom of colored peoples.
But Vampire
and cruelty of the times.
I am Bedlam.
Bedlamite.
I'm come of contempt.
Sardonic as I am
pith between us.
Whatever the moon
is center of.
Stink of lore.
Paranoia. Lust.
All is need and
need for us.
In the end is the meek.
Self
As much for self.
My posture is staid.
A matter altogether
animal.
They’re struck apart
and never the same, love.
She stride the blue light
her boudoir.
I am for that.
Wake is volcanic.
Varied day and night.
I am all the shadow
that pleasant surprise.
She in dressing gown.
Bedroom eyes.
Frightened
paramour.
My state of play.
That be fine.
Big Timber
Big Timber fold.
Sanctuary.
Ideation we are friends.
She make for me a home.
General alarm.
There will be blood.
High praise this evening.
Hers tender mercies.
I deign speak
of great promise.
Some mad exotica.
When is written
tell it savage.
I am behest the Duchess.
She’s north star legerdemain.
Fun and games directly.
Plunder classic darkness.
Early onset lot of them.
Drink for her congress.
I am about when
thirst will drive
some devil to account.
I’m loyal foil.
The good fight.
Dime novel bed
chamber torture.
Her muddy water
is unseasonable.
The rest saliva.
Kenwood kiss and tell.
This Babylon
she is pride of.
Been days of rain.
Drink and smoke.
For real and hoped
I’m stable mate.
All intent to it fruitless.
Given to trickery.
Full figure bird.
Sides of the drive
and the violence.
Rival killers.
She fell where it struck her.
Stretch of inner city
zero hour chagrin.
So rival bookend it.
Shrill in hers thrill of him.
It leak out all manner
scavenger.
The freak along directly.
I rise full form.
She staid mine bizarre.
Let her tell it,
all the freak to speak of.
Bit of macabre something
she front me with.
Run about as I was.
I am animal at loyal foil.
Fortnight demon
like she don’t know.
Subsequent death throes.
It is midnight so it ride.
Until morning
and they die.
This is love.
A kings ransom for
consummate tender.
Access the garden.
Open to spans of vanity.
Three corners and
the border march
of the bizarre.
The fringe spill over.
On the portico
the sun strike all sides.
Nightmare part of the whole
notion of romance.
Ideal role play.
Run
The constabulary surround
Ravenswood.
Devils night.
Dress for me once
in her life.
There is caste lover,
She will fight for
me once in hers life.
Is disenfranchised burn it.
There are squatters.
West ward inferno.
I’m fast drive Dunbar.
It was scuffle in it.
Mine is contraband.
It take me get a gun.
Shifty bird I know
with her shoulders.
Proxy
They sycophant.
Do as told.
They throw stones over her.
They war
by proxy take up arms
for she’s demigoddess.
Kill for her.
Intermittent fit of spirit.
One like it every house.
Pretty things for her.
But make for her uncivil.
Thunder afar and lightning bright.
Hail and rain.
Gin up cool to the skin.
On the vista storm warning.
The desperate swept up.
The absent minded undesirable.
Urgent by the day.
Mine stalk raise alarm.
This urban teeming new skin
on the hour.
From the overlook as casual.
Slender man back of her.
Let her tell it scared to death.
What settle her at mine neck.
That end of summer descent.
I’d down the rabbit hole
through winter.
An all a sudden long
suffering succumb.
Keep the light on when black hours.
Matter creep on creep.
I don’t sleep.
Retreat from daylight.
There room for two
and yonder wind.
Tea lights candles
hopes romance.
Correspondence
swept to sea.
The summer’s end the end of me.
The heart it trouble me.
Set to drown sentiment.
Long suffer succumb.
I propose start where
yours excited.
I’m glad hand this morning.
Yours prone to grandeur.
That shake the house.
Yours leavings is telling.
Said abandon.
And the narrows.
Barter favor for labor.
In keeping with the house.
The mood on the baths
make room mine gallant.
Best
Of Times
The
why’s wherefores ‘tween us.
Spread
eagle but retreat.
Overstated
between us.
Bit
of sage betwixt.
See
I am need and want.
Ease
it from her like peel it from her.
Some
equinox.
Second
story standard.
Mine
bedside is soothe.
I’m
pusher sure.
Particular
divergent.
Mine
hurrah right round.
Mine
confederate for such why.
Gold
star fond.
Open
door burlesque.
Best
of times.
Best
of times.
Ms.
Feather mine archetype
Thickset
baleful.
I’m
bard that unrequited.
Hers
affect as sun off glass
reflect
cold still.
Expect
I’m man to it.
I’m
latest and greatest.
Try
as I might be socialite.
I Milo. One garden to the other.
Find inhumane is thick.
Lo these years fill of it.
Consider it I miss woman’s touch.
Hers mercy is blood.
Find she’s flighty.
Might be I’m Jack in the Box.
Suite of rooms courtyard opossum.
This is love.
Level spell, ground level heavy air.
Hers in keeping as thriller
Would over do mine day dream.
True believe like give life.
Coax up hers night clothes
nights supine.
Project through it set on kink.
Take whatever make adoring.
Love is slight of hand.
Wet dream song lyric.
Mine swing grand and taunting.
For a time Men of privilege
friends of mine.
The
Story Of Royal
The
story of Royal
according
to milo.
Official
text to
present
day.
Always
rebellion
this
Providence.
High
Priest.
High
Priestess.
The
feted and
the
fated,
war
with Jamaica.
A
nest upset Port Royal.
Which
Monarch would
fall
on his sword?
Through
slavery
and
invasion.
There
back and
forth
at court.
The
sex is likely
matter
you and I.
Is
nirvana this why.
Make
of her Maven.
If
at first try again.
The
space between
us
is tightening.
So
am I Bedlam.
Same
time I’ve been alone.
World
afire.
Flying
death.
War
with Jamaica.
They
ford the cliffs
Into
the forest.
Struck
by fear
into
the clutch
of
the King’s men.
Ramp
up over time.
Mechanized
destruction.
The
God’s take sides.
The
maiden is on high.
They
abhor violence.
They
that would colonize
and
enslave
as
manifest.
The
feted the villas.
The
more ornate
for
the conquerors.
She
is Queen Mother
and
posture at court.
You Want Me To
Given to wanderlust and
suffer mine hours
the thirst is blood.
Is she size me up.
Right ‘round the cadre.
Gold coasted moment due.
You want me to.
Dark matter between us.
Elemental part of yours day.
Mixture fetish well intend.
Then we’re first names.
Some evolve to this.
Bewitcher of men.
Given over second wind.
You want me to.
Flock
The
Maiden know me.
she
talk at me.
Yours
ever after.
Is
latter hour culture
tantamount
demimonde.
Throng
of them
I
fade them all.
Think
me all the
more
well.
It
aint spoke, you
want
used to me.
What
devil her
she
need broke of it.
Some
comeuppance.
Hers
mood is thick.
Straight
up mine
third
eye blind.
These
hours streets alive.
I
am agent extravagant
and
that staid given time
is
enlightened bird
and
halo like mind
flock
of raven skinned
thoroughbred.
Mutual
ardor bit of rare.
I
Milo II
The
feted band
of
spinners.
Set
in the gardens.
Exotic
bird
circle
branches.
Say
I’m corruptor.
From
before annex each
a
garden and fountain.
I’d
ease up but time is short.
She
blessed open mind.
Dream
it inevitable.
I
Milo one garden
to
the other.
Strut
about strange bird.
Dressed
as dressed.
Inhumanity
these years
fill
of it.
Hers
mercy is blood.
Bit
of need and feeling.
Long
as need be common.
I
Journal it.
Candelabra
She
upset the
candelabra.
See
the day
hers
wonder
of
wonders.
Yours
come
to
sight.
It
linger on
the
quarter.
I
delight in
what
chivalry
bring
to light.
I
see yours
heartbeat.
She
upset the
candelabra
and
met with vigor.
Yours
countenance
make
whole.
What
a bird she was.
And
notions.
And
notions.
Coven
Inestimable
ardor.
I
am trouble rid mirrors
Yours
skin caramelized by summer.
The
fete of them as heralded.
Ritual
on the quad.
All
us admire to the death.
Here
is coven.
It
draw the old guard.
Is
hallowed eve when last
we’re
in the raw.
From
was carnival.
Tell
her I’m mad hat.
It
wholly bind and corrosive.
When
sun light dust and flies.
How
now consecutive hours.
Candlewick
is calm.
Not
a blessed black bird.
Night
and day love.
Is
strong drink
I
ruminate.
Hers
muddy water
such
I don’t sleep.
Hers
o’er the shoulder favor.
All
the casual and masterpiece.
Ideation
we are friends.
Mine
dream mad exotica.
When
is written tell it savage.
Is
prophecy, rain and wine.
Sudden
tender front and center.
Is
back when you have a heart.
The End
I seen it once.
Love.
Some great reveal.
I’m fighting keep up love.
Is for the pyre
visage hold hands.
Is wester wind blow vigor.
Yours whys.
Wherefores.
Find we same and
sounds of pain.
Been how it’s been
by now we’re friends.
Looks of me I’m no good.
Mine fool come easy.
I haven’t favor to extend.
Mine level best to a song.
Disparate what it will.
Is shook how it feel.
Shook and shook
I couldn’t wary a look.
Love is but moment overkill.
The end is grotesque.
Oasis
The
wine and sunset
some
over developed canvas.
Not
long this Oasis.
Sweet
sorrows prevail.
I’ve
ghosted the waterfront.
Sweet
sorrows prevail.
I’m
but steps immemorial.
I’m
savage handed.
Yours
breath same time.
Sweets
come old times.
Sweet
sorrows.
Borne
a craving
the
game of masters,
hers
neck is inviting.
Lithe
as she is
I’ve
delved deep.
The
tall ships and
cliff
and forest.
Good
will in the houses.
Some
act in the non-descript.
For
the hour beatified.
Fool
resilience the
usual
un-humble.
I
suckle salt and sour.
Is
areole how she mark me.
There
rogue at night.
Men
and beast seventeenth
century
fiefdom.
Travel
roads great evil.
The
bought are sold.
Then
I’m incarnate.
She
clutch me broke the skin.
Sound
of tearing or plain
straighten
hers spine.
Travails
an undesirable,
I
Milo.
Disparate
as this,
come
to the point directly.
Force
of nature it was.
She
put up effort.
Is
wine and fancy.
Dowry
besides and carriage.
The
bard in the villas.
The
sex all prophetic.
She’s
true to life lest we forget.
She
like sex.
We’re
a sight how it was.
Cast
forth put forth a taste love.
Force
of nature
three
corners.
The
freak strike all sides.
Vice
on the quarter bed of vipers.
Rake
to start then fair of nymph.
Know
from first nights
thread
bare wear.
She
know better than slender man.
I
am not crude
but
loosed am I good humor.
She
enlightened turn of
century
girl child.
Times
are we are all roads nuance.
I
am supine just now.
She
covet mine.
I
grant she will and
all
the bile with it.
A
pistol and strong spirits.
The
lot of them nubile.
I
feel everything impaled on mine.
She’s
martyred.
The
sex all prophetic.
She’s
true to life
lest
we forget.
She
like sex.
I Milo about thoroughfare.
Above Montrose they flow
Sunnyside.
Catch her Hazel Street.
Crest is Clark Street
stretch of cemetery to Fremont.
There Bulls involved sure as
old school turn of game.
They reverie and points west
they’re killing Christians
screaming demon courtyard.
Hung by the neck until dead.
Love not game on me.
I should wish.
Shame on me.
Boots on the ground
intervention.
Weight of the state to bear.
Grand Archipelago.
Ever present Bogeyman.
Zero
Hour
They’re
limb to limb and betwixt.
Pensive
for effect dear heart.
All
the fetish in the hood,
it
take her mid coitus.
Get
so she don’t sleep.
Sex
is like the walls is creep.
Zero
hour how now.
There
frenzy as much for self.
Mine
posture is staid.
Cast
hers head back
like
was ritual.
A
matter altogether animal.
They’re
struck apart
and
never the same love.
The
man at the dais fete them.
Wake
is volcanic.
Mine
behavior strange
all
accounts.
I’m
all that pleasant surprise.
Bird
in night dress.
Bedroom
eyes.
The
wake is ecstatic.
Should
I presume upon yours.
She
spy it cause me pain.
She’s
once around the orchestra
and
join the martyrs.
Let
her tell it all the freak to speak of.
Bit
of something
she
front me with.
Run
about as I was.
I
promise nothing, love.
It
recede and laughter loyal foil.
Classic
dark dime novel fortnight demon.
Like
she don’t know.
A Girl and Her Creep.
Smell of wretch Halsted.
The black and the blue light
witching hour meant all charm.
Legged thoroughbred
I trail thine grit.
I’m but best intent.
Your Boogiemonster,
best evidence.
Lithe as she is
she pose the hours
I’m about.
None gentle
but welcome.
She die some
and hers pride goeth.
The violence quench her.
Sex is violence.
Love is plaintive to be sure.
With the filth and the trash.
Sweat and anger.
Ever colder this
pall roll in sudden.
Legged bird and
betwixt hers fits
all but call her out.
She know better than slender man.
Taunt her straight up.
Tale of an idiot think me so.
Nightmare scenario.
Particular warm February
there spoils macabre.
Finger to hers threadbare garment.
She talk him shoot into mine apartment.
Inner thigh wolven
she welcome black beans and meat.
Bed and table immerse in poetry.
Was I Done It
Is in the wind
the damp of the day.
And still the
smell of pussy.
I deign remember
was I done it.
Bit of drunk on it.
Is for hers life
she die thrice.
Think me capable
such careless
leave pussy
on the table.
Bunch of Sundays
She faint dead away.
Is ache both ways.
Feign romantic habit
hard to break.
The Enlightened
The enlightened,
politic of the moment.
Cause me this.
Generation freak
to speak of.
That’s what’s up.
Enlightened bird
and around her
halo of like minded
flock of raven haired.
Raven skinned
thoroughbred.
Legend
The
house surrounded.
Torchbearer
and strong men.
There
be mayhem.
There
blood in the
name
such and such deity.
Patron
saint.
Mine
love taken to heaven.
Queen
Mother speak ill of Bedlam.
Mine
bent and broken.
Shrine
whence trouble comes.
Melancholy
get me up.
Mine
lonely powerful.
The
God’s abhor violence.
Oracle
and Holy
men
offer naught.
This
in dreams
and
awake in sweat.
Palpitation.
Preternatural
warning.
Sale
of humanity.
Some
contrarian in the populace.
There
is a killing and
legend
to follow.
There
wailing and gnashing of teeth.
Effigy
on the morrow.
Mine
presence is violence.
Draw
pistols in close space.
Already
world war
and
build up number two.
Choose
sides that regard
second
class heathen tropic.
All
men equal is non-starter.
Vex
of prejudice except
open
water.
Campaign
terror and aggression
Still
horror say he’s run through.
Shot.
Tale
of caution over woman.
Who
pick up his mantle.
I’m
hardened man.
Street
noise and so
shuffle
closer.
Wine
in space.
Provide
naan and
death
of the sun.
A
bed and chairs.
Claw
foot tub.
Sink
and mirror.
Prop
and Playbill.
For
long as light.
Colors
yellow and red.
It
translate as written.
Turn
of the century matron.
She
tear hers silk.
And
she’s set upon.
Bit
of suckle this why.
How
you’re called.
Fetish
given life.
So
we bedside.
Is
masters class.
They
advantage store house
and
bath.
They
will steal.
They
want sex.
Just
short annex.
There
to sup and
otherwise.
Granville
house
and
their order of the transient.
They
toil for food and rest.
That
lover every bed.
I
am threat Selectmen.
I
will steal.
I
want sex.
The
season brusque.
Mine
infamy waft over
dormitory.
Said
arts is telling.
Advantage
wealth
of
the Headmaster.
Provisions
for a season.
The
noble and the villain.
The
house and greens
and
dress.
Is
before annex.
The
woods and
climes
and
with
their lives.
It
translate as written.
One
It take one and
I’m new man.
Blue light filter
Master Bed.
Your fury that
express by lingual.
I’d landed where
I’d drown or bathe
in the muster your
well intention.
This supine, you’re
over the shoulder
come hither prone.
Is case of fancy.
Man Of Fancies
A man of fancies.
Mine word say so.
It is well to morph into flame.
There is a bond throughout.
A ballad play out.
A case of fancy.
A flatterer and a Gypsy.
Intoxicant melodrama.
To grip of them
think I’m danger.
Man of fancy
between the hedges
Blessed enlightened girl child.
While is fresh in mind and
varietal master just now.
Garth
There blood o’er woman
I Coopt with kisses.
Have I rival.
Half dressed.
Glass of absinthe.
Garth to the lions.
Best believe she’s tickled.
I took her striding master bed.
I’m fine pointed.
Indulge her fuckery.
Small space dead her.
Vex all direction.
There am I strident
faster blade.
I am become Bedlam.
Mine overture
sinister
should you mind.
Bloody Things
The ugliness has started
and vamp about.
Bloody things
visited upon the house.
Black door distinct.
Exposed brick surround the lift.
She's screaming demon
or sweet nothings.
Her people Buena Park.
Some unholy war.
Collateral such they triage.
Matters to you
the brooding
and to stir it up,
the speaks and
the sex clubs.
The bluster and a mic.
Upon the plains
preponderance of girl child.
Border states.
It get to mad dash.
Pyre light the miles.
Spree
Done my time in waiting.
Some legged erstwhile.
At her Pandora wish
more like you.
Appearance of good times.
Regress to corners
suffer in silence.
Into the rabbit hole fitting just so.
Approach her ready stoned.
Think of me latter years
or so the last times.
Missouri border vampire.
Eventual four.
Vagabond root 'bout garments.
Spree then ease off.
Not for nothing am I shouting wind.
I am given to vision.
The vital arts wholly engross
suckle bulbous.
Fortunate talk my way in.
Haughty folk and cocaine.
I'm steady fellow throughout.
Common thread hardcore.
When time again I'm like this.
Fit to be tied up.
Progressive, doting lover.
And for effect some ever spoil.
I am bachelor for all intention.
I fuck the hydra thoughtful
swing of limbs.
I sycophant bathe in resin.
The contrary to the
wash of the day.
Dear Heart
Dear heart you’re fated
mistress.
North by north star.
The fates are man with a plan.
I’m Vice Roy this quarter
fair of nymph.
For me they burn leaves.
Signal smoke all hallows eve.
The east annexed.
South and west developed
stretch of Western avenue.
West as west dear heart.
It run onto the bed.
Is vigor and I’m spent,
Love.
Ruby’s Girls
They’re grinders Ruby.
Gaggle them thumbs up.
Suggest common market.
Spread about the parlor.
There posed black bird.
Festival come into the sun.
Dressed as dressed.
She with chicken jerks.
Plantain. Collard greens.
Noblesse oblige.
She’ll have her intercession
eligible men.
Should parlor
scene frenzy.
Times are you’d
have at my neck.
Advantage this within
inches of my life.
I am by the by quite lonely.
The years I chronicle it.
Smell of piss and
cannabis over the room.
Of Gods and monsters.
Urban legend.
Bedlam big and bold.
Generational reprobate.
The talk then as now.
W.B.
Is year of Bedlam.
She’s bride all said.
Beast of prey surround the estate
and holy men.
They burn it but it stand.
Year of Bedlam ever was.
All the melancholy.
Level best loose her this why.
Kingdom cometh,
mine man give warning.
Sekkou say there’s pussy here.
Legged spectacle gather around .
See what they see
handsome devil.
Is lonely what get me up.
Sekkou talk me up.
Them at court salute me
quick as shoot me.
Mine robes is Banton.
I am first family.
Stink of centuries melancholy.
I am regal as Banton is absolute.
Marshal revolt succession
were it not for death.
Now Franco. Since Franco
Black bird verses
Banton Emerald order.
Warring faction old world
occult come alive.
Emerald order gallant.
Lash men and beast alike
seventeenth century fiefdom.
Blood on stone. Blood on robes.
These
nights absolute.
Some
never ending
but
for sleep and toil.
The
effervescent it
get
on yours skin.
Our
wherefores.
I
am Metropolitan.
Just
as imagined
it
wrote right.
Where
I end and you begin.
Loose
yourself
in
the wash of the linen.
This
absolute but for
sleep
and toil.
You
know me as card.
Just
as imagined
it
wrote right.
Get
a hold and
she
hold tight.
Hers
determine
where
I end and you begin.
The
effervescent
on
yours skin.
Hers
trade in machination.
Most
noble as sleep and toil.
Savage
Days long rain and she’s
fated woman.
I’m for you girl wonder.
Mine savage it certain death
Wasn’t so she open her legs.
She’s fated woman
come to it herself.
Days melancholy
stab hers revulsion.
I am not so bad actor.
Do her like is life.
She this day won.
She mark me by the neck.
She is fix what ills
is cause and effect.
Force of which
she catch bone.
The violence is all the while
bedside.
When not sure shadows benign.
Prissy bird lead me gallows.
Tidy end for now.
There bodies on mine.
Grand salon bit of latter
day deprave.
What fill the black,
shadow man.
I am vex like see yours death.
Girls is worldly thorough engrossed.
Pledge hers better half.
Like bird speak well on you.
Know from first you’re able.
Coles County bird
some doings to that.
We equal freak fool as I am love.
I’m creature of habit
madden season.
Whirlwind lover.
Brood of them sweetheart
cross sword.
Magnolia
The romance of the time.
Some morning we rise
together.
She’s good people.
She’s lifted up
in the throes.
She aint had before
to be had.
Feels like R.E.M. sleep
gone mad.
There is a force about us
and all effort to escape.
Think with our hearts
than head.
Think with ourselves.
She’s lifted up off the bed
in the throes.
I’d loosed the wind
and the mood.
Something towards
the waterfront.
Been so long. Magnolia.
It is to throw caution.
We’re stuck in this.
Youth will out.
What has double up by now.
Ever more eager.
We’d be friendly
and other things.
The rain is cover.
The air is charged.
There is passion and
become at home.
The romance of the time.
Some morning we rise together.
Mania
I Milo. Take to page.
Tale of an idiot.
Thirst for it
I advantage mine.
Maiden plain spoken.
She’d marry a poet.
The violence quench her
sex is violent.
Bear it for I fulsome.
Turn about wasn’t some sudden
build up.
Spill on silks.
I’m just that villain.
Books detail nights as lightning.
Think Babylon.
Red wine and master bed.
Spread eagle
dire melancholy.
Threadbare wear and candle
bedside table.
Pull at folds.
Mirror besides.
Mania.
Black Bird Royale
Black bird royale.
Streets alive.
Bare breasted
And get away driver.
She’ll have it and
I am agent extravagant.
We are among friends.
Could be I chaperone
interchangeable way we are.
Once around the quads.
The riches on the yard mine
dominion of cipher.
I’d take yours lace for keep.
She show piece at court.
Social spaces constant
companion.
Stiff chin old boy.
Game is afoot.
Tastemaker sure.
I’m in yours head.
I Bedlam or incarnate
as change of times.
Trail thine grit.
She smile through it.
Nary mention polite company.
Twisted stricture get so
mine barb as posture.
I am just now hers pet.
She pose the hours
I am in the house.
None gentile but go ‘round
with scoundrel.
Done anything
keep him but treat him well.
Portend wanton woman.
Many a fortnight
I’d delved deepest.
She die some and
Pride goeth.
Classic dark o’er
bed of roses.
Mine soul controller.
Kind of grace,
glass of wine and time
when Matron suspect…
I advantage maiden
plain spoken.
She’d marry a poet.
The violence quench
her evident.
Sex is violent.
Turn about wasn’t sudden
build up.
I’m just the villain.
Master bed spread eagle.
Threadbare wear
and candles besides. G©
City Rules
Keep yours grimace
throughout.
I’d rip it subsequent
silken sleeping gown.
I’d puncture
your hard heart.
Your life your
own hands.
She’s ass out but
keep yours grin
throughout.
Was I cause this
and the walls echo love.
World On Fire
She never mind caprice.
Old fashioned
upper floor explorer.
Murder room.
Sudden century
ne’er do well.
Consider gentle
giant and further submit.
Show Me
It aint spoke
but understood.
You want used to me.
I’m new blood.
Hers sweater
color of Heather.
Treat me chaperone.
The bowels the vestibule.
Brand her unit
number and strand.
All the role play
and fanfare.
You’re shy of
flamboyant.
Had me at yours
ragged panties.
Is to yours experience
or daydream it be so.
Eyes wide shut but yours
tell tale prerogative.
Best light all natural.
Cast it forth.
All the ways entice me
once inside.
Or role that doesn’t require
more than….
It is the moment show me.
The Pall
The pall of the metropolitan.
It’s been years long and
the pall is deep and wide.
It wholly bind. Corrosive.
Half a man lover.
When sun light dust and flies.
How now consecutive hours.
Candlewick is calm.
Not a blessed blackbird.
The pall night and day.
Great fog madness.
Strong drink to ruminate lover.
So she’d spread eagle.
Strong arm it.
Escalate state of panic.
Wine make standing tete–a-tete.
Broke hers heart broke her habit.
Muddy waters such I don’t sleep.
So it go or she don’t know me.
Capture the Flag
We’re in the brush.
Violent swath
of campus.
They capture the flag.
Pitch battle.
They go from evening
it go next day.
Hers leavings
the battle field.
hers adversary
change by the day.
I bird dog her
when the game’s up.
Eastern bloc
dueling ground.
Sight the quadrangle.
Intrepid explorer.
I am bull on the arena.
Give me raw for keep.
Apt Flesh
Pleasantries this night.
Winthrop sex pot.
Apt flesh.
Is dusk our eyes adjust.
Curvative severe.
I say so.
Between hedges they lock doors.
Mine fancy,
frequent back and forth.
Is real just now.
We’re by first name.
Ready made heart in it.
You want me to.
Our wherefore is plentiful.
Welcome squire
I am Metropolitan.
Eye her enter the den.
Apt flesh.
Measure of tender mercies.
Mine is stab.
Rake
The low buildings.
Indomitable chill at morning
fog. It is ’16.
The dense of the forest
parse the sun onto campus.
They summer these parts.
Urban legendary
band of nymph.
I’m all the upset.
They band together
but succumb.
Don’t so vain a little more
rake at me.
Is blood moon from the day
melancholy deeper here.
Shiver, horror.
Master bath screaming demon.
You rake me for score.
Six Corners
The cavernous landmark.
Six corners.
She come for me
the venerable theatre
Six corners.
The natural lighting
melancholy.
Lonely spoken awkward
Monologue.
Hang like torch smoke.
The gallery, the wailing
and gnashing.
The shadows is me.
She come hers antipathy
Dead language romantic.
Metropolitan
Clutch of girl child.
Diamonds same.
I’m in your court.
I’m link to all things distress.
They’re liable to Bedlam.
We’re break out same time.
There civil to it.
Or brusque.
Is twentieth century
archipelago.
Dressed as dressed
take the mantle
Metropolitan.
Black
Bemused lack wit
a black period now
twenty years of real life.
Before a boy head strong
and curious.
Been days of rain
and drink and smoke.
For real and hoped
I’m stable mate.
All intent to it fruitless
and queer by the day.
I awake further tired.
Given to vivid trickery.
Hope for me yet?
I spy
Hope spring
eternal suffer.
Matron hers distaste
on the plaza.
The hard sun
baked earth.
Price of pussy
and its works.
Would I presume
upon yours wiles?
I could eat you alive.
I spy it for I must.
I spy it for it
must be pain.
Once consumed
I’m alone again.
They’re in and
out of brush.
Labyrinthine.
The end is violent.
The in between
hide and go seek.
There heartless bastards.
And birds
to the carcass.
Varied weaponry
make macabre.
Ever rugged knives
and sword.
She’s once around
the orchestra
and join the martyrs.
Puppet
Your freak out
Of body macabre.
What started sojourn.
Over done it
but done it.
Come a day don’t come
love.
For yours just so.
Yours fixed for
present tension.
Puppet man
mis- convention.
Said nightmare am I
noir to die for.
The freak be along directly.
I rise full form.
She front me on the wall.
She staid mine bizarre.
Mine crush full her lungs up.
Was you give up.
Should the beast his lust.
Let her tell it
all the freak to speak of.
You are talent.
Look well upon you
and is all heart.
Bit of ugly something
she front me with.
There’s lechery afoot.
Was you give it up.
I’m shiftless just now.
Is wanton bird hold me.
The freak be along.
Shadow Man
The avenues and garden.
Blast Master straight away.
I’m your ever after.
I am Top Man I declare it.
Catch her dress up.
See me from the street is scout me.
At our best we’re all everything.
Mine game such
where is ivy and high sky.
I am under it.
Weren’t so much romance
but pressed upon.
The ruins is former selves.
What left of the complex
latter hour culture.
Run of house she
willing went labyrinth.
Concern the years ’27 to ’37.
Before and then.
Turn of the century
wind blow where power brokers
certain circle dangerous.
Don’t come out as went in.
Enter the garden.
Standard boutique.
There joy in the house
on account of me.
She alight center of town.
Crowd of fancy.
Nightmare Garden.
Is for hers life this why.
There irony you and I.
They come for they come
by and by.
The bed and bedside this why.
Hers best ensemble.
Band of them.
Classic Dark
Many a fortnight
I’d delved deepest.
She die some and
Pride goeth.
Classic dark o’er
bed of roses.
Mine soul controller.
She full of grace, and time
when Matron suspect…
I advantage maiden.
She’d suffer me, a poet.
The vigor quench
Hers present tension.
Sex is violent.
Wasn’t sudden build up.
I’m just villain.
Threadbare wear
and candles besides.
Good Steward
Mine weighty sum
muddy water run aground.
She ceremonial dress.
Inner thigh wolven.
Well settled
the little room.
The bed and table
and books.
Immerse in poetry.
End game clumsy
and telling.
Turn of century
bogeyman.
Back stairway strange.
I am quoted horror.
Mine overture tight quarters.
Heaven
I Milo I’ve taken to page.
Pride and posterity.
The fall quite hard.
Constant conflagration.
Grand Tower.
Bottles broken.
Windows.
Sundry creature.
Enlarged heart
since with the drinking.
Tell her I go build a place
in heaven.
How so when she’s everywhere
and nowhere?
Some years
and odd years.
Melancholy long on.
Once all things to be envied.
Dream border hallucination.
troubling as man and caravan.
Spook and siren.
Vamp is fixture.
I Go create a place in Heaven.
It is midnight so it go.
Until morning
and they die.
This is love.
My course is terror.
Future liaison some
fortnight back and forth.
A kings ransom for them
consummate tender.
Access the garden.
Open to spans of vanity.
Three corners and the march
of the bizarre.
The fringe spill over
from the portico.
The sun strike all sides.
Nightmare part of the whole.
Ideal macabre role play.
Aphrodisiac
Mine obsess
and from its depth
is warmth.
What for aphrodisiac?
Wester winds it
sings you’re ready.
Present tension
to speak of.
Mine obsess, love.
Stretch of flesh
all the best, love.
All the best.
A fool and his charm.
Mine tool I am par.
What for aphrodisiac?
Flock
The Maiden know me.
she talk at me
your ever after
latter hour culture.
Tantamount demimonde.
Throng of them
I fade them all.
Think me all the
more well.
It aint spoke, you
want used to me.
What devil her
she need broke of it.
Her mood is thick.
Straight up third
eye blind.
These hours streets alive.
Is enlightened bird.
Flock of raven skinned
thoroughbred.
Mutual ardor bit of rare.
Year Of Our Lords
She got me fucked up just now.
It take once this once.
She succubus.
A flatterer and gypsy.
To grip of them
I’m tastemaker.
Reverence is currency
in the houses.
Drive her over mad.
The circuitry of
western territory
social register.
Wend about the houses.
Yonder wind tea
light candles.
Prone to grandeur, love.
My disparate is
habit form
I trouble you.
Windswept
In the back and forth
was she’d part hers legs.
There’s vigor
in the darkness.
I’m but witness the
cool your distress.
Was she’d part hers legs.
Mine is to make immortal.
The back and forth.
Familiar as it was.
Wind off the dunes.
Her feel of dread that
should we have sex.
In the back and forth
and the windswept.
They feted band of spinners.
Set in the gardens.
Exotic bird circle branches.
Say I’m corruptor.
Each residence
a garden and fountain.
I’d ease up but time is short.
She blessed open mind.
Dream it inevitable.
I Milo one garden
to the other.
Strut about strange bird.
Dressed as dressed.
Inhumanity these years
fill of it.
Her mercy is blood.
Bit of need and feeling.
Long as need be common.
I Journal it.
Carrion
Blood in hers wine.
Blood on hers dress.
I don’t kiss her last
I was with her.
Hers counsel resilience
Was top dollar.
Garden whim suit him.
Regard them carrion.
Summers gone and
latter months darker.
Darker, love.
They’ve coupled up.
The romantic at
yours window.
Yours skin caramelized
by chance that summer
set aside.
Aint been love.
Aint been.
Lest we forget.
Candelabra
She upset the
candelabra.
See the day
hers wonder
of wonders.
Yours come
to sight.
It linger on
the quarter.
I delight in
what chivalry
bring to light.
I see yours
heartbeat.
She upset the
candelabra
and met with vigor.
Yours countenance
make whole.
What a bird she was.
And notions.
And notions.
Prologue-Royal – is a fictional archipelago in the Caribbean. Urban legend of long dead Royal. From days of first family. That he come out when powerful lonely drive him up. Imagine a twisted civilization. A powerful country of colored people. Polytheist monarchy. History of conflict and slavery. Consider this nightmare put to page.
A
bit of slow burning dramatic. The intensity the central figure. The terror
should you cross him. This noir.
Pensive.
Plodding. Classic dark. Such vistas killing fields. There’re beasts in the
streets. I’m responsible. Spit your hatred and you’re combustible. Vomit. Strength in
number. With weapon the lot of them. Don’t cool till all done in. I didn’t start it. The B.C.’s. The A.D.’s. Millennia take shape. By drift and divide.
The story of Royal according to the journal of Milo Ambrose and official records to present day. Through constant warring. Pestilence. Slavery. Behavior of Kings. Presented as dreams. Nightmare. Enough to fill scroll and folio over time.
This Kingdom, black power in the Caribbean. This archipelago. The story told here is of legend. Melancholy drive it. I’m it. Like born to it. Born 1896. I witness a murder. I’m in the states. Come of age Jim Crow and prohibition. Mine keepers see I’m educated. I am driver then most wanted.
I dream them into life. God’s and monsters and vex that sweep east to west. And there are dead. There haze. Rain. I witnessed a murder. I’m in the Grand Tower. The streets ablaze. The constable surround the Ravenswood neighborhood. Is ’27 November. Melancholy got me up. And downward spiral. Though feted upon my return with drink and revelry. Just as quick they move on. Just as quick. There screaming demon and blood on bricks. The horrors before and subsequent. Bounty men get on me. Vamp see mine blood filthy. Fast drive from the county. By now I am menace. I know with hers shoulder. Take up with me as risk. Between and betwixt. I’m caught in it like magic. Melancholy get me up.
The story of Royal. Official text to present day. From when was Banton then Franco. From civil war the Grand Islands are formed and Banton are crowned as absolute. There are always rebellion. The north always ill will since civil war. The Heavens pick sides like moving pieces. This Providence. High Priest. High Priestess. Colonials at the door. War with Jamaica. A nest of vamp is upset Port Royal. Back and forth at courts. Which Monarch should fall on his sword. Through slavery and endless invasion of vampire. They make for Camelot County. Always a Banton lead the charge. Interlopers from the forest to the point of exhaustion. Tall ships and the crew is dead.
The God’s make Siren where vamp trouble the fogged streets. In the north creature in the trees. I am from prior kings. Theirs end tragically. I am born during this time of great upset. It is Sekkou and I fast riding across the north loudly espouse mine radical. The more hardened we ride west. Get to drawing pistols. Every pub and establishment. How could I draw favor from the Queen Mother. The God’s abhor violence. Nashua Point. And the Estate surrounded. Torchbearers and strongmen. There be mayhem. There be blood. They’re tasked to burn it. In the name of such and such deity or Patron Saint. Mine love is martyred and taken up to heaven.
The Queen speak ill the Bedlamite. Mine bent and broken stands as shrine whence trouble comes. Melancholy gets me up. It was Sekkou lift me up. Mine lonely powerful. Red eye. Red October start mine caravan. Red eyes on the walk. Red eyes in town. Times like these everyone for themselves. The God’s abhor violence. Oracle and Holy men offer naught but legend. All this in dreams. Awake in sweat. Palpitation. Supernatural forces warring.
I am Bedlamite. I will choose a bride and she will die. See me and she is filled with terror. The rest have no idea where they’ve been and gone girl is talk of the town. They’re Nashua Point. Tasked to burn it. They’re torch bearers and she’s martyred.
Bedlamite. Some contrarian in the populace. There is a killing and legend to follow. There wailing and gnashing of teeth. And sorrow. General subversive. Effigy on the morrow. Mine presence is violence. We draw pistols in close space. Then storm warning. There debris and the dead. Is 1930 and Ambrose rum running from the states. The story of Royal.
