Sorry, I've had writer's block for the past 6 weeks.


The Pirate Queen



She was of strong mind

Of body, of soul

And of even stronger beauty



And there she resided

On her pirate ship

A leader was all could her crew see



She held her head high

And never complained

And laughed when the wind mussed her hair



But inside, her heart ached

She longed for a love

That had once been, but no longer was there



And then, in the rage

Of a battle so fierce

That many a man was lost



A tall dark –haired figure

Stepped onto the wood

And onto her deck, her crossed



He was suave, he was cunning

And good-looking, too

And he stole the girl’s heart in a second



Just as quickly as she

Had fallen for him

The battle was off, and he beckoned,



Saying, “Beautiful girl,

accept this hand.

It is you I wish to wed.”



She looked over him

And yielded to this

With a simple nod of her head



But he wasn’t just who

She thought he could be

He was evil, a lie, and a crook



He wanted her gold

But how could she know when

Her heart he had already took?



They were married that day

And he killed her that night

In the most horrible, bloodiest way



A knife to her throat

A rose stain on the sheets

And her spirit had died away



But one of her crew

A man who had loved her

Heard her screams in the night



And madly, he ran

To the outside of the room

Armed with his anger and knife



But before her could reach

For the knob on the door

It swung open, revealing the horror



Of a mangled body

Twisted in sheets

And the man who committed the murder



The fight took them

All the way up onto deck

Where, quickly, it was ended



A stab to the gut

Of the man who had loved her

And with this love, his wound was mended



With inhuman strength

And an almighty shove

And in mind, a particular notion

The murderous man was

Thrown back overboard

And his body cast into the ocean



The one of her crew

Put a hand to his wound

And felt the warm rush of fresh blood



And, smiling, he

Collapsed on the deck

Knowing he’d died for the one whom he’d loved.