The Pirate Legend
Amongst the creatures lurking in the depths so cold,
within the darkest caverns spewing serpents in the dead of silence to enfold.
Throughout the vastness of the ocean floor,
within the great halls of sunken ships that are to sail no more.
Between the distance of the rising and the setting of the sun,
through the time it takes to whisper stories woven and legends spun.
Inside the minds of those who only tales are being told,
like floating tankards spilling from the brim from shaking while they hold.
Beneath the bowels of the Kraken mystical and frightening,
above the stranglehold of the noose keep tightening.
With echoes of alluring siren calls,
and screams of tortured sailor's souls.
The cowards walking off a plank left with nothing but their woes,
their brittle bones washing onto mosaic golden shores to serve only as a feast for crows.
There are no pyres for a funeral to gather and behold,
there is only certain death upon a pirate's life to be bestowed.
They depart the World leaving naught behind,
for the only treasure worth a damn is locked away inside the solace of their mind.
No fancy trinket be too shiny,
no chest of booty be too full or tiny.
No precious stone too large,
no gem's reflection free of charge.
All possessions fade and rust away like ashen dust to disappear,
when adventure's end comes creeping oh so near.
This life can never be predicted or foretold.
This life is full of perils yet unheard untold.
This life of scoundrel sea dogs wicked yet all bold.
This life of countless galleys they have bloodied rowed.
This life cannot be bartered, nor be traded, least of all be sold.
This life others only dream to see, or touch, yet never hold.
This life will lead you with no compass down a wet and murky road.
But if you end up on the ferry to be towed..
A Pirate Legend you are called!
