The Black Pearl
The model sailing ship of make believe with crew of free hands, not ancient but old, display a bony flag on sky bound seas of lotto treasure chests and rainbow gold.
Our freedom crests on the deep ocean waves as filled by square rigged sail in nimble breeze, which wafts a foul fate into blissful state, as faerie nymphs flit among the trees.
To remain sane, just scheme inane as guest aboard the vessel, Black Pearl, to inflate desire, to range and freeboot fabled goods. The tide is ripe. Sail now, before too late.
© 2007, D.E. Holmes 05 July
Meter: Iambic Pentameter
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