The Fate of the Pirate
Flashes of lightning
and energy twist,
Revealing skies
replete with anger.
A sailors' gut
tells of something amiss;
Blind eyes,
they sense the danger.
All hands below
and folded in prayer.
Time spent and on the borrow.
Trespasses confessed in hasty repent
on hopes to see the morrow.
It's been the grave of many before
and surely will be again.
To keep
the deep
waters cold,
it needs these souls of men.
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