October 14, 2014 in Uncategorized

Bursting out from the depths of the stormy High Seas
Rose a Lyrical Pirate fond of sailing free

Many strange tales he has gathered ashore

Guitar clenched in one hand and his voice, bearing lore

The trade winds blew in some crooning shanties
And this ere boy bottled those acoustic melodies
Skin etched with pigment, clad in a noose of pure black
The fabled adventures of a one man wolf pack.