The Prize
Upon the turqouise, misty sea
a pirate ship floats lazily.
Sails down on a windless night,
her beauty is of graceful might.
Along her cannoned broadside trails,
a merchants ship with ragged sails.
Booty from exotic lands,
silk for ladies, gold for man.
The pirates fought like losing men,
only to win at evenin’s dark end.
April, 1984
About Jayne d'Arcy
I am now, as of 2010, 48 years old. I do a bit of digital artwork, and photography. I also write Harry Potter fan fiction that is Severus Snape-centric. No slash.
On this blog I have a library of my own original work, which I hope you'll be inclined to visit and comment on.
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