A midnight ship with silver sails
And hoisted flags with scarlet tails
Is whisked by winds of golden gales
                    Descending from the skies above.

And though the decks are wet and soaken,
Still the hull is swift and oaken
So the course remains unbroken,
                    Trailing wakes of turtledoves.

With storm departed, then no sooner
Comes, unseen, a pirate schooner
Neath the nighttime, light and lunar,
                    Pouncing with a push and shove.

Though hope seems lost, a cyclone saves
Dispersing foes and other knaves
With frothy foamy ****** waves
                    Which strike like leaden leather gloves.

Secured, the ship has safely landed
- Left behind, the pirates stranded -
Passers-by are smiling candid,
                    Knowing not the worth thereof.

For hidden in the wooden hold
Is treasure bursting unforetold
- Far more than diamonds, thyme and gold -
                    It brings unbound a brother’s Love.