Ethereal inscriptions crafted her bow
Gladiator at best, she craved the sea in sleek designs
Galavanting; a prestigious Stallion
annihilating every frostbitten wave
leaving only atrocious particles in the wake
Inhibiting her cabins -- were African slaves
Basking in her eminent rails, split of ebony gold
Forever holding a story untold
Foggy haze and a blazing maze
Blackend sails ambuscade her entirety
Arising from the Cimmerian shade
writhe an eerie essence
Incandescent Serpents waltz in the vicinity of her shadows
Twisting, twirling and tormenting her soul
Plundering her encumbrances.
Sam Bellmany,
a pirate so bold
now wallons in ascendancy
and names her
The Whydah.
Luminescent sails glint under starlights
Calumniating under stridulous winds
Masts break and the Whydah shakes
Divine moments intensifying
Companions; turn cannibalistic, as
Black gales cascade over rustic rails
For
cataclysmic currents feast on her hull....
Sciamachy awakens
Catsciamaic in the dark
Like carbonate to oxalate
the Whyda dissipates
Hearts stricken by an unforgivable bow
She prompades to her death in a glory ablaze
Withholding a treasure that will never age