Privateers Demise

Aye twas many moons of full since what hath passed

Ere the time we transgressed with natures ways

We had been raiders of the sea upon the briny surf

For near three hundred lonely bloodletting days

Plundered loot of others toils filled deep our mid-ship hold

Left guarded by the ghosts of souls we dispatched down below

From the heat of Spanish Main to Nova Scotias frozen shores

We were pirate privateers in the Kings name do not you know

With cutlass edge, musket ball and cold hard cannon iron

We took nary a prisoner aboard to live tell their horror tale

We flew neath the flag of bleached crossed bones and skull

Nary a ship could stop us but that then came a frightful gale

Oh that fearsome night turned into a Satan’s rage

Winds ripped our sails and broken lanterns set our ship to burn

Masts and boats and man alike went o’er the sides to doom

While the ghosts shrieked out…now mates, now, now it tis your turn

When morning light broke to calm seas the next day

I still lay tied to the beam I had found the night before

Looking round I was the last man left to tell the gruesome tale

About revenge of the lost sailors murdered who’d sail to sea no more