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~Midnight Rose~

~Midnight Rose~

Pirates

the wind howls
as the water churns
and we are tempest
tossed in this raging storm
 
the men work hard
as do i to save
this ship from
the raging Gods
 
we have fled fate
for far to long and
now She tries to take
our souls at the last
 
so pirate queen and
pirate king are tempest
tossed on this wide
and raging sea

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