50 Fathoms To Death Send Poem by Chris Embrick

Send death to 50 fathoms
wind and waves, lightning, thunder
torrents falling, seas churning
marauding pirates stealing, killing
sailors drunken, unsuspecting
none spared that night deadly
few praying, the horrified Heaven cursing
gold, Inca's treasures plundered
spilled blood
justice
blood spilled
plundered treasures, Inca's gold
cursing Heaven the horrified, praying few
deadly night that spared none
unsuspecting drunken sailors
killing, stealing, pirates marauding
churning seas, falling torrents
thunder, lightning, waves and wind
fathoms 50 to death send.