A Pirate's Heart

Part 2

Love is a wonderful illusion, but it is also a strain;

He’d always viewed it as a weakness, and in battle, a bane;

A pirate at heart, he decided this cannot continue, it cannot be,

He was truly sorry, but for a pirate, remoteness is key;

A choice, to kill or to jeopardize himself; alas, she should have known, better than

To fall for a shadow of a man, a monster of a man.

Tightening his resolve, he retrieved his special Japanese blade;

Of which, he hadn’t touched in over a decade;

He slowly brought it under her chin,

And whisper’d, “I’m sorry, love,” and sunk the blade in;

Droplets of her blood, droplets of his tears; the tragic end of Anne,

Who loved only, a shadow of a man, a monster of a man.

Dropping to his knees, he knelt beside her lifeless form;

He embraced his tears and wept at last, his insides a raging storm;

He once more hardened his unfeeling pirate heart, ‘twas time to say goodbye;

Bracing himself, he gazed upon her one last time and let out a silent sigh;

A cold-blooded pirate who’d sooner let her die than let love touch his heart, this man;

She fell for, was barely; but a shadow of a man, a monster of a man.

 She was alluringly beautiful, even in death;

Oh sweet agony, never again will she ever draw breath;

In a perfect world, he would have changed, for her;

They should’ve had their happily ever after;

But ‘twas the unfortunate fate of Anne,

To have loved merely a shadow of a man, a monster of a man.