The Passionate Pirate
A devilish silence enslaved the ship
As Leviathan opened Dante’s Inferno.
Days of windless hell have marooned the mast and jib
Rouges and thieves have squandered rum and tack.
Captain, and scoundrel am I, who shares not
His ivory, will gladly give poison or steel.
Cap and ball ready my fingers tremble
Upon my brow, I shall not die of thirst!
Alas! Where is Virgil? No guide have I!
Perhaps only witty poets are given clues?
No bard am I! No wit to charm my muse; my dark lady.
Cursed be buccaneer whose ever immersed
His poisoned quill, to write bad verse.
© RNRM
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