Milkarat
Chiliarch
In shadows cast by moonlit tales,
A saga spun in ocean gales,
The Black Sails danced on tempest seas,
A pirate's anthem, sung with ease.
Their ship adorned with ebony grace,
A flag of darkness, fearsome embrace,
On roiling waves, they set their course,
In pursuit of treasures, boundless force.
Crew of rogues with hearts untamed,
Legends whispered, their deeds proclaimed,
The Black Sails cut through the night,
A silhouette against the pale moonlight.
But fate, a silent saboteur,
Wove a tapestry, dark and obscure,
A tale of doom for those who roam,
On seas that claim both heart and home.
Storms arose with furious might,
Thunder clashed, as day turned to night,
The Black Sails battled winds that roared,
Yet destiny's hand could not be ignored.
Cannons roared, a thunderous sound,
Echoing through the vast surround,
But fortune's favor began to wane,
As shadows crept upon the main.
Boarded by the ghosts of the brine,
The Black Sails fought, a valiant line,
yet whispers told of a pirate's fall,
In the clutches of the ocean's call.
The captain, once defiant and bold,
Now faced the abyss, the stories told,
A sea of shadows, a watery grave,
For The Black Sails, no soul to save.
The waves, like mournful lullabies,
Sang dirges 'neath forsaken skies,
As the ebony ship sank from view,
A requiem for the pirate crew.
No more would they roam the boundless sea,
Their legend, now a ghostly decree,
The Black Sails vanished into the deep,
A tale of loss, where memories seep.
In ocean depths, where shadows play,
The pirates sleep, where corals sway,
The Black Sails rest in watery gloom,
A eulogy written in the ocean's tomb.
A saga spun in ocean gales,
The Black Sails danced on tempest seas,
A pirate's anthem, sung with ease.
Their ship adorned with ebony grace,
A flag of darkness, fearsome embrace,
On roiling waves, they set their course,
In pursuit of treasures, boundless force.
Crew of rogues with hearts untamed,
Legends whispered, their deeds proclaimed,
The Black Sails cut through the night,
A silhouette against the pale moonlight.
But fate, a silent saboteur,
Wove a tapestry, dark and obscure,
A tale of doom for those who roam,
On seas that claim both heart and home.
Storms arose with furious might,
Thunder clashed, as day turned to night,
The Black Sails battled winds that roared,
Yet destiny's hand could not be ignored.
Cannons roared, a thunderous sound,
Echoing through the vast surround,
But fortune's favor began to wane,
As shadows crept upon the main.
Boarded by the ghosts of the brine,
The Black Sails fought, a valiant line,
yet whispers told of a pirate's fall,
In the clutches of the ocean's call.
The captain, once defiant and bold,
Now faced the abyss, the stories told,
A sea of shadows, a watery grave,
For The Black Sails, no soul to save.
The waves, like mournful lullabies,
Sang dirges 'neath forsaken skies,
As the ebony ship sank from view,
A requiem for the pirate crew.
No more would they roam the boundless sea,
Their legend, now a ghostly decree,
The Black Sails vanished into the deep,
A tale of loss, where memories seep.
In ocean depths, where shadows play,
The pirates sleep, where corals sway,
The Black Sails rest in watery gloom,
A eulogy written in the ocean's tomb.