Losian of Hetha
‘Twas early morn, aerdaeg yet na be cast.
Whence pulling me self aside the listing ship;
a mid-ship boarding behind the mizenmast.
Simple task perchance; cutlass at me hip.
Pillage the captains’ cabin ‘twas me task.
A silken gown ‘peared from a chest of oak;
‘tis I who should adorn this lovely mask.
Booty gathered; concealed beneath me cloak.
Yea, I took me leave with stealth adeptness.
Aboard me dingy; a narrow escape.
With jewels and gold and all the prettiness.
Taking me leave; booty beneath me cape.
Yea, the captain rose and came to the rail.
Nay, I shan’t be a wielen in his jail.





I'm a sucker for form poetry, and I'm quite partial to the subject. Excellent!


you can do them so wonderfully
thank you so very much for sharing...masterpiece!

Good luck in the contest, this seems like a perfect entry!












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