The tavern looms atop the hill,
Our golden age has vanished.
The wind becomes a biting chill,
My greed has left me banished.
I see them when I close my eyes,
My demons always follow.
Their accusations, woeful cries,
Are never ringing hollow.
I fear the day when they'll catch up,
No mercy will be given.
To fallen mates I raise my cup,
To vengeance they are driven.
I'll tell you of the dead men's chest,
The cursed and bloody island,
Where many weathered seamen rest,
For corpses will be silent.
But every night I hear them scream,
A deafening crescendo.
I still can see the riches gleam,
A scary innuendo.
I try to silence guilt and ghosts
With rum and senseless pleasure.
But even after many toasts,
Their anger has no measure.
My hand is shaking like the trees,
The spot inside is taunting.
I feel my blackened lifeblood freeze,
While Davy Jones comes haunting.
My vision fades, I close my eyes,
I drift in silent water.
My dying breath will tell no lies:
Prepare thee for the slaughter.
Beware the cook with just one leg,
A pirate sly and cunning,
For he will light the powder keg
And soon you will be running.
It's up to you, boy, take the key,
The gold of Flint is calling.
Secure my map and sail the sea,
The quest allows no stalling.
I wanted to make something about pirates again and somehow "Treasure Island" and the black spot came to mind. After working on it for some time it turned into a text about Billy Bones who becomes a drunkard because he is plagued by guilt and haunted by the previous events on the island where Flint killed the six men who buried his treasure.