Black Beard

He traveled westward on his horse, near the countryside he barely knew. For he would have stayed on course, if the sky above was not so blue. A curious man of mysterious worth, is how many would know his name. And forty four years after his birth, he dreaded the man that he became. He was captain of a sailing ship, the finest in all the seven seas. A shark had bit him in the hip, and he buckled both his knees. He sailed the Caribbean with pride, his mission was not a nautical one, So he searched cities for his bride, after years of killing and battles won. His eyes became blood soaked red, a devil enraged by the screams of hell. Never believing that his wife was dead, holding her sapphire heart shaped lapel. Some say he disappeared one night, and was never again seen in town. The old captain now ghostly white, looks for his wife in her wedding gown.