ghost pirates

Ghost Pirates

We where lock in a fight

Like wild animals

Fighting for territory

With the legendary

Flying Dutchman’s

Worthless crew.

Off the coast of

Cape of Good Hope

My soldiers

His fragile army

My mighty sword

Slashing limbs

Spilling guts allover.

My mind was set

We will not lose

So much blood

Blood covered

The floor like table covers.

A blood bath

Our vessels tainted

Blood of our men

So much loss

The damage

Sustained was too much

We’ll wither

With rough weather

Settling in.

Darkness and thunder rumbled

Fast winds battered the ship.

We were being curse by the sea.

Now, just like Van Der Decken’s vessel,

We drift the vast seas.

Never to make port, ever again,

Like the stars in the sky

We are forever lost at sea.

Curse to navigate endlessly.

For now, we wait patiently

For one day we will return

And claim what belongs to us

The seas.