In A Pirate's Night
by Michael Doyle

Behind walls, guns, and men
We knew our protection
As a conspiracy of pirates knows sin
In a violent world lived with instigation

Good souls should not live on this beach
Under these kinds of circumstances
Imperiled as Bermuda falls to the breach
And is lost with a toss of dice chances

Felt in whispered rumors under fire light
We dance the sacred darkness of the night
And in its shadows are held the questions
Pointing to those who kill without hesitation

We will take the risks and withstand the dangers
Here in this company of stranded strangers
To make such wrongs as we can turn to right
With a blind eye nearly returned to the captain's sight

It is a time when those who come to pretend
That one day they might just become friends
Know that the ideas of an ordered world falls apart
As a yoke of shame destroys the best of hearts

Brought to ruin as pirates on the open bay
Live in a world where even the righteous go astray
This is the pirates' world above all the forsaken
And all we hold sacred dangles as if shaken

Shaken to the root of the stinking core
Where a pirate howls and gives all for more
Dangling morals as if waiting for a soul's suicide
While desperation holds on for its final ride

This is the reason for which a pirate crew is signed
To hold fast and it is further agreed as if designed
They've joined ready for death and freedom's fight
As they lay down to die in the dream of every pirate's night

(c) August 14, 2024    Michael Doyle
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