Well I write, but am I,
Truly spun these done things.
Rolling wholly on this solemn atoll
As one on the rogue, off in a destroy, I play my part.
Romance less, I’ve chanced less
Floating around a salty cold sea,
Play I may, with these blubbery pieces
Add to my terror–filled rep – upon the shores I wreck.
Snatching isn't just a solemn thing I have,
Countless and boundless is my own part.
All the creatures – fear me – but then I do,
Fade with a new addition.
Understands– willed, filled and never filled – no!
To this, I make out this decent surprise
Success! But the taste conforms weird.
Play on under; and leave the addition alone!
Tyrant! I rule the seas – but judge fair.
Dominion is mine here – regret your presence.
Ruin lay upon many a bay, I say,
Take – never understands!
Fight! I do, but no avail,
Mine is an ancient art of tact.
Additional additions make it a struggle lost,
Blanking out – stunned for fun – those never no impact.
So soon becomes the tilting fate,
Die! Die! All of me dies, cries, no lies!
Succumb to the infidels; ring the harbor bells.
Dragged and bagged – I give up my lone defeat.
Revenge! Seas shake with it,
Longer be without my primary presence,
forsake my arbitrary and solitary rule,
I’ll have it no less.
Addition lacks my years and it fears,
the control which it shall never hack.
Use your will – you insidious creature
Time is your enemy, not mine.
A higher brow figure might surmise the prize, not I.
No whispers will break my saw–like grin
Test additions! Best you can!
Senseless faking, witness your making, done.
'Tis none too late! Let me live again!
Belief in only one ever made sense.
My solemn journey – wondrous
I took the kingly state and abated never!