I am cold and callous
I wonder who will dare to cross my path
I hear the innocent cries of my victims
I feel no remorse, just greed
I am cold and callous
I believe I am unstoppable
I have already received pardon
I continue to sail the Atlantic ruling my ship,
Queen Anne’s Revenge
My crew of 700 live in deathly fear of my vengeance
I feel the rumble of Captain Maynard’s ship
I fear nothing, no one
I put down my beloved rum
I touch the tip of my cutlass- sharpened, pistol- loaded
I am always ready for battle
I look like a demon, beard lit by fire
I fought viciously against Maynard’s men
I endured five gunshots that November of 1718,
I only fell when my throat was torn by that sword’s sharp edge,
I felt the warm blood roll down my body
I stared in the eyes of my conqueror
I faced death unafraid
I am Blackbeard
cold and callous
WoW!! I love the ending of your second draft! I thought your first draft was good but the imagery that you added to the ending of your poem really made me feel like I was seeing Blackbeard as he was killed. It is obvious that you have done alot of research based on the facts that you’ve included in the poem. If I knew nothing about Blackbeard, I would have learned a lot by reading your poem. Great Job!!
Hmm, I see that ye’ve done yer readin’ on this here “Blackbeard” fellow! All the good to ye, says I! Excellent imagery and a well-crafted tale, to be sure. I be “BlackBEAD”, the pirate without the “arrr”. I also write pirate poetryand ye can find me work in “Raising Black Flags: Original Poetry By and About Pirates” or “Echoes From Other Worlds”, both to be found at http://www.lulu.com/Blackbead. If ye care for an example . . . drop me a line and we’ll palaver!
Blackbead