A slim black shape all alone,
Alone in the blackness of sea
Is sailing through night. It will roam,
Roam through the fog and through mem'ry.
Queen of the storms and the high seas
No sound will ever escape her
And no one shall see
Her hulk for a silv'ry gossamer mist surrounds her sails
And belie all who'd see
Anne's one true love. A demon, they say,
A captain of mettle with beard black as night,
With soul bound for hell, not afraid of a fray,
A spirit, bedeviled, a terrible fright.
Revenge drives him on through time til Eternity,
Headless, and heartless, and searching fore'er
For his head, and the man, the soldier who was guilty
Of killing him there on the deck of the
QUEEN ANNE'S REVENGE.
(Hey readers!! So this is a poem I wrote awhile ago! Hope you enjoy it...
Please vote and comment!!! Thx:) Happy Reading and Productive Brainstorming!)
