I first viewed their coming by the roar of loud gunfire
the sound travelled crystal clear on the head wind
then canvass sails could be seen fiercely blowing
dread passed amongst the group on the shoreline
pirates were on the breath of the trembling crowd
a ship came into view on the tide the flag displayed
a depressive air came over the village as we fled
long boats hit the beach the devil Captain Jake lead!
Breathless up the cliffs men women and children toiled
tiring at each step knowing the pirates were very close
then in sight the old chapel was coming into plain view
thirty terrified tired souls staggered into this sanctuary
yet the sounds of the shouting hoard came ever nearer
children were whimpering their mothers were brave
each man including me numbered fifteen scared souls
at this hour desperate angry unsure of our roles!
Feeling trapped like rats in a trap tension was high
agreeing in unison our only hope to summon help
who would go and tell the customs men of our plight
a brave young lad stood up without any hesitation
proud to try and save his extended family if he could
no seconds to spare out of a rear door he sped
across the desolate moorland of the Cornish moors
females screamed as banging hit the double doors!
Barricading the doors in the place with wooden pews
the crescendo of sounds around us continued to grow
reaching for anything to use as a weapon for defence
pieces of wood or even crosses being prepared to fight
spying the church bell rope I tugged on it to make noise
the old bell clanged loudly clearly helping to ease our fears
drowning splintering of wood and stained glass smashing
without warning the doors exploded falling crashing!
Now prepared to be butchered all stood firmly on holy ground
sounds of musket fire reached our ears like angelic music
in the shattered entrance Captain Jake stood in front of us
cutlets ready in his hand with the murderous band behind him
that bell still ringing at each other for some seconds stared
the custom men drew nearer he cursed then turned and ran
he had disappeared almost as quickly as the soldiers arrived
first came the boy elated cheering thanking god all survived!
But somehow Captain Jake escaped!
The Foureyed Poet.
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Pirates the most feared enemy were coming ashore! The Foureyed Poet.
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