Come Young Pirates, My Treasure Will Quibble If Unequally Shared, Part X X I I
'If so, Fair Queen! I recognize thy might,
I a shade unredeemed beneath thy sight,
My life, my riches all rightfully thine
Professed at the feet of so fair a shine.
Cavalier, perhaps, I stand in my grief
This iron chain checks the hands of a thief
Though sorrow and playfulness both beguile
Pale to the taste of a bittersweet smile.
If these talents of mine received as jest
Respecting my host, provoking the rest,
Our scope of true deception flames akin
As unmitigated laughter lurks within.
Ah! but I feel the passion, thy stoic brow,
Eyes flashing in anger, still even now
I will pepper my words with truthful mirth
Though this may be my final hour on earth.
Thou rallies against my nature, my life,
Forgetting my adoration for strife,
Privileged I stand within thy power
Though the cock crows at this my weakest hour
For in hope, in misery to allow
A speck of kindness to escape that brow.
Should my sentence be death on this fine day
I mightily sue for a short delay,
Contempt and esteem speak unrivaled here
But my treasure will quibble if unequally shared! '
Monday, January 25, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: prison,story,pirates,queen,treasure