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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.

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I, a pirate, who long ago fell from grace
Swears, never again to look upon this dastardly place
The isle with fires of desire that burn through the night
Burns me with fever, such thirst it does incite
I, the fool who heard the Siren’s choir
I, the rogue who chased a tempting desire

Desire without love, leaves such discontent
A maddening, smoldering dross
I, Sail on! and lament not this facade
Farewell! to false lovers whose hearts are mere stone
Charge my glass! and draw the sword!
Unfurl the sails! and hoist the Jolly Bones!

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I, a simple man
Not known for line and verse
Am buccaneer with amoristic curse
A wayward highwayman

Bewitched and enchanted by the chase
The moment the touch the embrace
I looked into abyssal depths
Of impassioned sultry eyes
Deep pools lit by Aphrodite’s moon

I, a pirate, rogue and rake
Unholy visions did I make
To shipwreck upon this
Mysterious apparitional isle
Not found on chart or bearing

I followed the enamored damsel
To the isle of desire
Where faith and vows are lost, betrayed
And forbidden lovers dance
In moonlight and consuming fires

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Our secret place is hidden by the calm
The dappled shade draws a most welcoming balm
Alone I dream and sketch our time of bliss
The river’s canvass tranquil; white the mist
My grieved heart paints a portrait of the last kiss

From the tower window The Lady Arabella looked

In vain for her lover; a noble true knight

Nothing but forest green and autumn colors

Were visible from the lofty , stone cold rook

Prison’d and locked since her father the Duke was

Slain, by the evil Maleagant in the siege and fight

..

Returning from a quest for the king the brave knight

Richard the Lion, heard the account of the siege and

Fight, his heart over weary for his love, he took flight

Towards the rook that held his love in cold black night

..

Many tears came as the fair lady grieved

For her father at noontide and cried

To her lover at midnight

Long strands of her golden red hair by

The candlelight she toiled, cut and weaved

As she weaved she prayed that Richard the

Lion would quickly ride to her longing side

..

As the chapel bells rang for evening vespers

A bolt from a crossbow took wing

Straight and true it flew; with a lion’s love

Through the tower window; but missing the mark

The lady’s heart trembled in fear at the narrow

Escape from her death but when she looked upon

The arrow of the lion, her heart began to sing

..

The full moon shone as the tower basked in its light

A thin ribbon of golden red hair sparkled

As the braid was slowly lowered out the tower window

At the base of the spire stood The Lion; a noble true knight

Arabella descended the tower with a beautiful grace

The Lion and the Lady in the pale of the moon; embraced

..

RNRM