Albert, Lupe, Gilbert and Sergio
Pirates of the tarried night
Slip right through the masters key hole
But are captured by the morns daunting light;
The bells chime out from the Citadel
A warning pre-dawn solar flare
Sirens of distant warriors clap with thunder
Capturing the Pirates with their bottled wares;
At last, Niagra falls 'tis falling
Yes, the jig is up our most fallen foe
One too many sips of your bootleg lightening
Sentenced ye Pirates to days of woe;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem. Really liked it. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Justice Of The External Mind.