Pirates Plight (Faux Shakespearean Sonnet)
Forsooth! Fair maid hath slipped the knot
That tightly bound these hands of mine.
Oh what fair wind did change my lot!
Twas judged to swing upon the vine.
I’d thought these evil deeds of I’d done
Twould stretch this misbegotten neck,
When captured at the point of gun,
Upon defiant pirate deck.
Sweet wench took note, unknown to me.
She took to heart my fated plight.
It seems love’s spark was meant to be.
Once love’s price paid, I fled the night.
I do confess, that I shall miss
Her probing hands and soft sweet kiss.
|Write a poem in any form or style with Betrayal as the central theme.|
She wanted more.