Riding along
the rushing seas,
sword in hand,
the Pirate King steals
everything he sees.
He doesn’t care
whose jewels he takes,
he bundles them up
and locks them away,
careful that none are fake.
He takes the gold
from foreign ships
along with bottled spices,
piles of dyed silks
and fruit from exotic pips.
He dances ahead of those
who would capture him,
they can’t keep up,
even with full sail
their chances are slim.
Forever and always
he’ll sail the ocean,
fighting off enemies
and plundering islands
for wonderous tokens.
Treeshallow Musings 