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Boom Yelling Bang
Awakened by the loud pistol shot A battle commenced blood was hot “Where am I?” Alexzander thought Noises progressing where the battle fought Curiosity took hold, he dressed quickly CRACK! Up above the sound sickening A voice he heard and recognized instantly “Reassuring” he said admittedly Up the stairs sprinted the young lad Once on deck the vision was sad Sailors were dead and he was mad Then tears welled up feelings bad Something moved to quick to feel The blade ran through, pain was real Cold was the sharpened steel His eyes closed shut, then he kneeled…. As the blade slew through his chest His eyes caught hold of a man abreast A shaven man of unknown test Had regret in mind of his lawful jest A boy so sickly murdered made the man ill Took all his fight and spirit still Then he turned towards the shrill Of Capitan Red Beards final kill! Over the planks he stammered over To the boy with blood filling odor Then to the man steel now shouldered Now it’s his time of death to lower. A swing of a sword severed his head A feeling of guilt for a child now dead I shouldn’t have left my bed His only tear is now being shed A witch doctor tattooed from eye to foot Covered the wound with a grainy soot “A life still breaths in this crook!” “Quick my magic and my book!” 12 days and 12 nights his magic cast The wisdom of his darkened past Healed the boy his color fast Dreams were plotting a mind so vast
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