Nine Skulls

Milton H Peebles III on Dec 11, 2008

I was thinking of Pirates, treasure and such when I wrote this.

The skulls of Lost Island
Lay at my feet
With strange marks and numbers
Carved on the top of each

The friends of my evils
Stand all around
With mean curious looks
Waiting for me to speak

I see a great secret
Upon these skulls
A path to great treasure
A path through grave danger

Nine skulls, nine men, nine screams
Nine ways to die
Nine traps to guide our way
Nine chests hidden away

I dare not trust my friends
They wreak my death
I smell greed stealing them
Their hearts black as the night

Shall I be rich or dead
Alone I stand
Only my wit and tongue
Shall guide me through this day

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Comments (7)

Debra. on Dec 11, 2008
I enjoyed this poem very much, Milton. You have a wonderful sense of word play. I love the theme behind the poem too. I have always been a fan of pirates and treasures. Excellent job!
lisa on Jan 17, 2009
Milton, i don’t like option number 1 but how do get around option 1 to become rich? I’m hooked on this poem.
milli on Feb 8, 2009
so very wicked. I would like to hear this read while sitting around a campfire. It would help start the mood for ghost stories.
Darla Cooke on Sep 18, 2009
A very interesting poem.
Palestrya on Jan 22, 2011
I like this also. Thank you for sharing.
giritharanj on Mar 23, 2011
thnaks for the innfo
A Bromley on Mar 23, 2011
Good poem.

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