The X marked the spot
Forty paces from the tree
The heat was really hot
The island, Willy and me.
One-eyed Willy, the crook
You had better beware!
Ripped clothes was his look
That is what he'd wear.
A red sash about his waist
A patch upon his eye
Running with greedy haste
He could almost fly!
Gold coins found in a chest
Necklaces og gold
Treasure was the very best
A sight to behold.
One-eyed Willy cried
We were the only two who knew,
It had been a tough ride
We hadn't told the crew!
'Inside my heart I must delve, '
Willy said in jest,
'We'll keep the treasure for ourselves,
We will not tell the rest! '
As for the crew, we didn't care
We are the scourge of the sea,
Anyway, who said life was ever fair?
Not One-eyed Willy or me!
By Deadly Del
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem