BuccaneerA Poem by Charles Omeni
Sea of black, what is it you hide?
Please tell me your secrets in me, please confide. On deck of the ship, blue moon in the sky, Into your heavy dark waves, I peer and I pry. You conceal many things, so pardon the brusque, I have some questions I would like to discuss ...thus... I ask of you this mighty watery force, Reveal to me please these things in due course : Tell me about how they were saved from the deluge, In the Ark, a family protected in refuge. Or where lay the Isle of Greek titan Atlas. A land consumed by your eternal cold blackness. Share with me jewels and cursed pirate gold. Spoils in your clutches you so preciously hold. Of sunken ships and scattered bones. Failed quests to glory forgotten kings thrones. What monsters do you hide in the dark of your deep? Things of nightmare that make grown men wake from their sleep? Reveal these things, so that I return a wealthier man, Gold in pocket, shilling in hand. With magical tales of faraway places. Lost riches that lurk in your fathomless spaces. At night these things to my children I'll tell, And a love of adventure will be cast, like a spell.
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