Sea Raven of Gold

Wet, is the most deadly of waters

Wild, are the most rugged of waves

As the storm moves in, we search for treasures of buried graves

Deep, are the drunken, sunk pirates, in the wine cellar chambers, at the bottom of the sea

Following the gallows, of the emerald green eyes, darkest dragon of death

Torn by the sails, ripped of their bloodstricken hearts, gasping for breath

Thirst for the gold buried treasure chest, of the fierce Black Beard, himself

The sharks tooth devours their minds, while crackling lightening bolts strike out

Hour after hour, charred, chained anchors hang, while they bang, wanting to be free

While the ships dying planks, drifing, swiftly vanish, lost at sea

The black sea raven, with his masterful mind, perched, lurking over a towering cliff

While all of the seamen are drowning, taken away, while desperately shouting

Pulled underneath, and slain, eaten by the most gruesome giant of squid

A foolish game, the map did deceive, a false treasure hunt, not buried under, but above

Hidden between rock, a cavern crevice, as high as the stormy driven clouds in the sky

While the nights sea raven guards the moonstruck cliff hanger, watching them die

The only gold shining, lie over top of the waters, by the moonlight sheen, peak

Hungered lost souls, haunting moans, howl through the whirling winds of the sea, bleed

As the nights sea raven watches over, with a most brilliant golden coin, hardly seen

One piece at a time, he picks out the treasures, holding it tight, while almost smiling

Lurks over watching, each gold coin locked tightly in his beak

Then drops each, one at a time, in the memories of the foolish seamen

Lost at sea, lost in time