Standing on the headland the wreckers watched
as through the storm came a large sailing ship
a merchant vessel in trouble filled with treasure
no mercy in their souls for those on board
on the leaders signal a massive bonfire was lit
in a few minutes on the rocks the ship did hit!
Through the wind and rain the cries were heard
and the wooden hull shattering like glass
the wreckers made their way down to the shore
to steal whatever they could carry
criminals without conscience they waited
for a chance to get the treasure the crew feted!
No mercy for any survivors they meant nothing
grab what you could and take it away
before the revenue and customs soldiers came
each knew what task they had to perform
dangerous and cruel work but a profitable one
spoils to the inn when the deed was done!
On the shore the ship laid in a desolated scene
any survivors killed with no mercy shown
the false beacon was soon out and smouldering
as the sea took the wreck to its watery tomb.
Nobody there to mourn this waste of humanity
in this latest terrible act of callous insanity!
Wild beauty on a rugged coastline during a storm
tainted by merciless carnage in human form!
The Foureyed Poet.