The Savage Knave
The Savage Knave
This home is where the anchor drops,
How petulance has fueled the top
Eventually a pirate’s flag
Shall raise with Skull and dagger swag
And jest of scars no pirate claims
Vandals who will loot and maim
And with Chaos will surely come
Galleys teemed with dogs and rum
Exhale the foam and salty brine
Know not of what will fill your stein
No more the days supporting rules
Ambitions lead to sacking jewels
Voyage now the world our slave
Exact revenge The Savage Knave
Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.
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Great poem reminiscent of the days of pirates and adventures on the high seas. Well done, Paul.
A great feel and phrasing launch the piece into the readers mind with much skill. Great work as always Paul.
Short but well written, Paul. Who doesn’t love a rollicking tale about pirates.
That’s a life I could have lived. I love the swash buckling life of pirates on the high seas. Reckless abandon and full of adventure. Busty wild woman and knave. Rum drinking and being chased by the law. Yup I would have had fun. Nicely written Paul and very visual. Loved it.