Twisted Black Soul

Black sails whipped about in the tropical storm

At helm of The Banshee her captain laughed

This was not the first storm he weathered

No, he had been born at sea

His lineage bled the Jolly Roger

And yet even in death he still

Hunts for his next conquest, in

Hope he will find a chest that was

Once taken from him long ago

A chest that many have claimed

To harbor his twisted black soul

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