The Henry Martin

The Henry Martin

On stormy Caribbean seas
Beyond the lightning
Beyond the crashing thunder
Ye watch closer now
Listen with care
And the truth ye sure to find

For 'tween the great flashes
And unearthly skies roar
Spy the Schooner
One Henry Martin
Masked in a grim veil so clear
Her smoking clouds of fear
In a hell that’s only just startin’

She terrorises the seas
With her archaic grace
Intently focused on her prize to be
With twelve booming twelve pounders
Crying out in the night
Bringing death on her crimson sea

Now ye prick up an ear son
Best concentrate laddy
Can you hear those brutal dying screams?
The Henry Martin
Was always a pain for the rich
The true nightmare amongst all their dreams

Though three hundred years lost
To the depths of dead seas
Where to a storm she drowned in dark demise
All souls
Three score
Plus ten of the best
With the devil lost in their disguise
Still she always will roam
With her deathly eerie moan
The greed of gold raging in her eyes





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Velvet Death – The Dark Poetry Anthology
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Velvet Paradox – The 2nd Dark Poetry Anthology
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