I am Blackbeard image

I am menacing and malicious.

I wonder if I will ever tire of villainy and violence.

I hear gulls screeching as if I have boarded their vessel.

I see an island made of gold, swimming in an ocean of buttery  rum.

I want to wade through my vast, valuable spoils.

I am menacing and malicious.

I pretend I am doing good.

I feel like I am King of the World.

I touch the silk of a maiden’s bed.

I worry secretly about dark death

I cry when I think of empty wooden chests.

I am menacing and malicious.

I understand that others find me distasteful.

I say that I deserve what I pillage.

I dream of resting among tall palms or in  dark distant caves; resting from my terrible travels.

I hope that the sea is calm and forgiving.

I am menacing and malicious.