Pirate Lament - a Poem

There is a cold wind blowing

Rattling through the timber frames

Of this old ship you left me on

Oh my sweet Raquelle

All I have left is your broken conch shell

That you threw at my head

When you said you wished I were dead

A tear fell from my glass eye

I still hold the tissue, stuck to my hooked hand

I caught you in a fishing net

Beautiful, blonde and dripping wet

The tail didn’t bother me much, oh no

Your tail didn’t bother me much

You sang a hate filled song of the sea

Stealing my heart as you cursed me, oh

Yes, you stole my heart right then

Oh what is to become of me?