Life Of A Pirate

By Steve Miracle

A piece of wood is sailing in the midst of vast blue sea,

Staring at the all blue, what a great view that would be?

Facing the greatest waters and fearing no tremendous tides,

To fight the strongest and enjoy his rides,

Listening to the sea singing in all possible forms,

He hears the melody of waves,

The view of the midnight phantom storms,

Abandons his tears after portraying the million graves,

To achieve the heavenly sight of the endless treasure,

Sailing on the limitless sea, to attain glory and pleasure,

He blinks his eyes and found his crew lying dead,

Showed himself a worst view of deadly bloodshed.

By Steve Miracle