Swashbuckling femme fatale

Penetrating my thoughts

Her cutlass divides

Cutting, slashing

My feelings in shreds, love

Strewn on heart's floor, dead

Thoughts in tatters, torn, 

Littered over cranial mind.

After walking her plank

Abandoned, high seas

She leaves with bounty

In her hands, in laughter

Her thank you.

For her next victim.

She sees from a high

Her eagle's nest.

Her flag flying, black

Skull and crossbones ,white

She sails into the night...

With cutlass ready!

A new conquest!