[Verse 1 – spoken with the hush of an old storyteller beside a dim lantern] Come closer now, you drifting souls, You wanderers of starlit seas. I’ve got a tale of iron hands And hearts that rusted slowly. A pirate once sailed black between the suns, His laughter sharp as shattered glass. Long John Silver was the name they feared, A storm that swallowed compass paths. [Verse 2 – spoken with quiet gravity] Half a man in flesh they said, But twice a man in cunning mind. A leg of brass, a smile of knives, And greed that glittered cold and blind. Across the cosmic tides he sailed, With mutineers and crooked crew. Treasure burning in their eyes, Gold enough to darken truth. [Verse 3 – spoken low, like a confession meant for the dark] But hear this well before you judge The shape a villain’s soul may take. For even wolves that bare their teeth May feel their fangs begin to break. Among the stars he found a boy, A dreamer lost between the charts. And somewhere in that pirate’s chest A quiet tremor stirred his heart. [Verse 4 – spoken slowly, with a tone of reluctant admiration] Young Jim Hawkins, brave and bright, A spark against the endless night. The boy saw more than metal claws, More than treachery and pirate laws. He saw the man behind the myth, The ghost behind the roar. And Silver felt a stranger thing Than any treasure found before. [Verse 5 – spoken with a rough, weathered warmth] For once the maps and stolen gold Felt lighter than a single choice. The universe grew very still To hear a pirate’s trembling voice. Between the greed and something new He stood upon a razor’s seam. A thief by trade, a rogue by life, Yet haunted by a boy’s bright dream. [Verse 6 – spoken with solemn reflection] And when the moment came at last When fate held out its burning hand, The pirate could have taken all And vanished to some lawless land. But stars remember stranger things Than villains clutching shining ore. Sometimes they watch a hardened heart Unlock a rusted door. [Verse 7 – spoken gently, like a closing moral told to travelers] So mark this tale upon your charts, You sailors of the midnight swell. Not every shadow stays a shadow, Not every sinner falls to hell. Remember Silver’s turning tide When judging those who roam apart. [Verse 8 – spoken softly, almost like a fading whisper] Remember his story well… For even villains, Even pirates of the endless dark, Can wake one day And find within their chest The quiet start Of a change Of heart.
