The thunder , fell upon clouds
The clouds ,started growling aloud
The shadows falls,
As the sun was hidden
The trees were stiffen.
The waves grew still, their rhythm destroyed,
An endless echo, a vast, dark void.
The way peace mused,
It Made him annoyed.
He was a pirate ,
in the clouds
He sailed,
Born with a sword,
and chaos
Embraced.
He was a fighter for peace,
He fought,
But never saw it front....
He sailed distant clouds
But never was stunned ,
He was annoyed with peace .
He longed to soar through waves
And clouds to pierce
And the pirate who gave him fight
So fierce.
The sword which he lived by,
The blood that it missed by
If it is not peace , he thought
Then what is it for which
He fought.
He was confused to sail
Backed no wind ,
To row they fail.
He saw the sun settling
With sorrow ,
As he hoped for another
Day from God to borrow.
At distant in his heart
A never ending beat....
Dry throat ,
numb eyes,
Sweat a drop ,No summer & heat
Smiling with lips
As he uttered
" Is it a pirate's defeat"!?