2 January 2013

Treasure lies the windy way, It always blows the same. I thought I'd live forever, But then he came.

His beard was short And dark. His hand was branded With a 'P' shaped mark.

One hand was fearful: It was a cold hook. His peg leg never wavered It never even shook.

I thought That I could trust him... I took the chance,I paid the price For going out on that limb

I told him, It's buried at the windy X Where palm trees sway He said, what next?!

I told him I could say No more but he persisted He yelled and screamed As he insisted.

I was only a little native Now I'm way up high I watch him search From the pretty sky

I ask to be reborn And He says I may I want to be a mermaid... What will "Blackbeard" say?

It's time to get revenge I'm angry to the core He wanted a kiss... Now he is no more.

wereMessage In A Bottle • Opuss № I