The Death Of Long John Silver

by

That cold day no rosey glowing sunset would show

From the North a cold cutting wind began to blow

Ivory drifting flakes covered the copper ground

Like tiny pieces of eight in a lady's lacey gown

As old Long John Silver pegged hiw way to town

Some ruddy icicle leaves gleamed old ruby beams

By Emerald ivy walls the old cemetery surrounds

Where He pegged disconsolate the burial grounds

He pegged and pondered where he might be bound

When came a daunting impediment of coldish rain

No saving grace in that hellish rain He found

Aye He spied his fate awaiting him then mates

He felt the light of his life beginning to fade

Feeling full affect of the rain's hellish rage

But he called to God as the skipper of his soul

"LORD I be just a beat up old sinner now ye know

As me freezing body live and breathe did ye do

What that priest who me cutlass slashed sayed?"

A misty ghostly being before him came stealing

Such beauty and wonder he had never before seen

He swore by his hook he didn't want being a crook

Wanted sunken treasure in a tropic harbor's nook

Where upon his deformities none again would look

Where none his poverty would ever again forsook

With chilling repentance his corpulent body shook

The Lord of many mercies his many sins forgave

As his gruesome form lie freezing on his grave

For they buried him where they found him laddies

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by: Shelia Marie Dillman
from: Herrin, IL, US

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