Look at my face, -
see scars of Demelt.
Enormous black beard
woven and lit by matches;
staring back at you.

Feared of reputation,
I reflect in my blade -
a ladies man in style.
With feathered tricorn, hemp
and multiple weapons to hand.

Representing ferocious battles,
and yet no account of killing one;
I use my terrors’ edge,
to gain entry of ship;
Steal valuables, gold, food, weapons and liquor.

Aye; ‘tis by rumour alone
we did battle those seas
of 1718 and more.
Notorious our piracy legion lives on,
My handle Black Beard, Teach, Drummond.

I forever a treasured and trusted companion,
historic; now I lay to rest for all to see.
One but rescued, when run aground;
on Queen Annes Revenge,
around Ocracoke Inlet, North Carolina Seas.