Death of a Buccaneer

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a tale about love, piracy, loss, heartbreak and death. A short story/poem about a pirate on a mission to collect as much wealth as possible to get him and his lover a comfortable life without woes.

Submitted: July 29, 2015

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It’s dark down here,

And I can feel you near.

I’m sinking down to the ocean floor,

I cannot breathe anymore.

 

The pressure is breaking my bones,

As I fall into the locker of Davy Jones.

Well I used to be a buccaneer,

Living without control from a puppeteer.

 

I was shot down,

As they stole my crown.

They called me the King of Pirates,

With nothing but hate in my irises.

 

They say my heart was made of stone,

That I was evil to the bone.

But they never knew what we had,

And I swear you made me so glad,

it felt like my heart was on a launch pad,

When I wrote down your name in my scratch pad.

 

When I was with you I felt glad to have this life,

I knew from minute one I wanted you to be my wife.

I set sail that fateful day,

Promising I’d come back around you way.

 

I robbed and plundered and took all the gold,

So could have a house, and not have to endure the cold,

You know I was hoping that we would grow old,

But one day I got ahold,

Of a letter from you and my heart jumped uncontrolled,

However once I opened it up, I saw these words written in bold:

“You must come home, it’s getting cold;

And I need you by my side, give up looking for the fool’s gold.”

 

So I set a course for home that day,

Keeping my promise as I returned your way.

But when I got home, all I found was your grave,

Standing tall by the old cave,

Where we used to misbehave.

 
You softened my heart of stone,

But now you’re gone and I’m chilled to the bone.

So I set sail again for lands far beyond,

I still write you letters but you won’t respond.

 

I didn’t care about to gold,

I just wanted to grow old.

But then that fateful day,

When I came your way,

And I saw your grave,

From then on I became depraved.

I sent many to their, watery graves,

Their bodies taken away by the waves.

 

Then one day, the puppeteer,

Caught up with this old buccaneer,

That’s when they shot me down,

And left me to drown.

 

It’s dark down here,

And I can feel you near.

I haven’t felt you since the day I first set sail,

And you looked so frail.

I remember your soft touch,

I missed it so much.

 
It’s dark down here,

And I can feel you near,

Wrapping your arms around me,

As I die in the Yellow Sea.

Oh, Darling, I won’t be long,

I was on my way all along.

I’m just a buccaneer,

Who was shot down by a puppeteer.


The pressure still breaks my bones

As I fade into the unknowns.

My only comfort is that I’ll be with you soon,

And then maybe we can fly to the moon,

And have a picnic and kiss in the lunar afternoon.

I love you darling, don’t worry I’m coming home,

And I promise there we’ll roam.

 

It’s dark down here,

And I can feel you near,

Wrapping your arms around me,

As I die in the Yellow Sea,

I remember when we used to sit beneath the Wheel Tree,

And talk for hours about all we would be.


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