A Pirate's Life For Me.

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Black Beard, Black Beard, have you any soul?
Yes sir, yes sir, a whole bag full.
One from my master,
and one from my dame.
And one from the little boy,
who lives down the lane.

Seaweed twisting up like rope
around the rusted shank,
his bony fingers clung on tight
for dear life, as he sank.

The crown was crusted in the muck;
the fluke was hooked down deep.
His ribs and wrists were crucified to
the stock, before they made him leap.

The halo ring above his skull
had grown home to the fish.
A Christian man, before the plank,
he prayed his final wish.

He watched the sea engulf
him whole, and swallow all his breath.
"Anchors away!" And they sailed on,
'twas just another death.

Reviews

[Mila]

Wow, this was so great! The first part read like a nursery rhyme! Well done :)