Blackbeard
She cursed her daughter for speaking
Her secret to her. Cheating on her husband
And bring a child onto the world and saying
Her husband had been the father. That being
Evil enough, but she has allied herself with
A man of matolage who is the dreaded Bristolain
Pirate. Curse you foolish child of mine. Your son is
21 and his father loves him, why does thou defile
Love and admiration for foolish mean spirtness?
Which weighs the rays of the sun might light be a
weighed burden; what done in darkest might see
The light of day. The gold and silver of many places
To have secrets mother, the jewels of creativity
Might speak there secrets. Tommorrow you'll
Forget I even told you this.Are you ill; you damn
foolish child of mine or are you mad?
Copyright © Allan Terry | Year Posted 2022
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