Pyrate

Pyrate

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  • Pyrate
    I went looking for trouble
    And, boy, I found her

    She's in love with herself, she likes the dark
    And on her milk-white neck, the Devil's mark
    Now it's All Hallows' Eve, the moon is full
    But will she trick or treat? I bet she will
    Pyrate
    Pyrate
    Happy Halloween, baby.

    She's got a date at midnight with Nosferatu
    Oh, baby, Lily Munster ain't got nothing on you
    Well, when I called her evil, well, she just laughed
    Well, cast that spell on me, boo bitch witchcraft
    Pyrate
    Pyrate
    Little wolf skin boots and clove cigarettes
    An erotic funeral for which she's dressed
    Her perfume smells like burning leaves
    Every day is Halloween
    Pyrate
    Pyrate
    Love, loving you was like loving the dead
    Was like fucking the dead

    Yeah, you wanna go out 'cause it's raining and blowing
    You can't go out 'cause your roots are showing
    Dye 'em black
    Black No. 1
    Pyrate
    This Halloween, So unlike any other
    Her final words: “Don't be afraid Of the green light
    On muddy ground, I'm lying drunk on her grave
    Where I must wait, Until she wakes
    The soil splits, Greenwood's ground will quake beneath me
    And so shall take, Into the earth, To the green light
    Pyrate
    Pyrate
    The autumn air, Thickly fills my lungs so sweetly, Reminds me of her smoky breath,
    With wine and this, Bouquet of maple, And oak leaves
    In death or life, We'll always be, I find myself drawn to her shadow domain
    This moonlit night, Late October's swirling fog gloom,
    And as promised, My love did rise,
    From the green light
    Pyrate
    Fall fires burn 'neath black twisted boughs, Sacrifice to above.
    Smoke swirling quickly towards misting clouds, Offering of this blood.
    Into the flames and without shame, Consumed with howls and screams.
    Pumpkins grin in their despair, On All Hallows’ Eve.
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    Pyrate
    Pyrate
    Be spider-webbed and glazed in frost, She wears death beautifully.
    More stunning now than in her life, On a bed of autumn leaves.
    Into her eyes and quite surprised, I whispered, "Don't you leave"
    Sing macabre songs, and we'll dance till dawn, On All Hallows’ Eve
    Pyrate
    Pyrate
    Cold is the night in so many ways, Luna round, full and bright
    Deep be the mud on the fresh-dug graves, On yours I recite
    An ancient spell I know so well, Success is guaranteed
    I'll bring you back from where you've gone, On All Hallows’ Eve
    Pyrate
    Pyrate
    Saint Lucifer, hear me praying to thee, On this eve of All Saints
    High be the price, but then nothing is free
    My soul I'll gladly trade, Ahhh... All Hallows’ Eve
    Pyrate
    y'know All Hallows Eve is near when....


    Desperate brides are paying witches to conjure the perfect $100K wedding amid soaring costs
    When the florist costs five figures, a $15 spell suddenly feels like a bargain.
    Pyrate
    ~pulls out a feather quill, a bottle of ink, and a leather bound ledger~

    FCN doesn't use coins anymore so... I cannae acquire 882 coins.... and there be no coin to point conversation ratio nor system non neither....

    ~scribbles some notations into the ledger furiously sighs and hangs his head~
    Pyrate
    Pyrate
    I'd have to perform some magical ritual to restore/transfer the points from my past incarnations as well acquire a PERFECT score regarding the points... which... me? perfect? 🤣
    Pyrate
    Pyrate
    ThePyrate Messages 41 Reaction score 4,690 Points 83
    BlackBartRoberts Messages 09 Reaction score 1,736 Points 363
    Pyrate Messages 80 Reaction score 0,057 Points 118
    total
    130 messages 6,483 reaction scores 0,564 points [coins]
    564+213=777 ; 882-777 = 105 short
    Pyrate
    Pyrate
    oh well LOL another impossible mathematical formulae coupled with insanity, too little sleep and poor story line continuity. :D
    Pyrate
    ~the rum runs out of his lips and down his jaw, drenching his clothes. He hurls the bottle away, and lets it smash onto the wall near the cabin door, then turns and LAUGHS maniacally~
    Pyrate
    You'd best start believing in ghost stories. I am one.

    ~He grabs a bottle of rum, uncorks it with his teeth, gives a little toast, and then drinks deeply~
    Pyrate
    I feel nothing ... Not the wind on my face, nor the spray of the sea ... ... nor the warmth of a woman's flesh.

    ~he flinches his hands away clenching them into fists, and leans forward, his face contorted into a leering smile, with blackened teeth~
    Pyrate
    Only in the moonlight shows me for what for what I really am!

    I am not among the living, and so I cannot die... but neither am I dead! For too long I have been parched of thirst, and unable to quench it! Too long, I have been starving to death... and haven't died!
    Pyrate
    There is but one way I can end the curse... All the scattered pieces of the Aztec gold that Pyr took must be restored and the blood be
    repaid.
    Pyrate
    But... the more I gave them away, the more I came to realize – drink will not satisfy, food turns to ash in my mouth,
    and all the pleasurable company in the world can not slake my lust. I am a cursed man. Compelled by greed I was, but now,
    I am consumed by it.
    Pyrate
    Buried on an Island of the Dead which cannae be found 'cept by those who know where it 'tis... I remember... But find it, I did. There be the chest, inside be the gold, and I took them all. I spent 'em and traded 'em and frittered 'em away… on drink and food and pleasurable company.
    Pyrate
    So the heathen gods placed upon the gold a terrible curse. Any mortal foolish enough to remove but a single piece from that stone chest shall be punished for eternity.
    Pyrate
    One of eight-hundred and eighty-two identical pieces they delivered in a stone chest to Cortéz himself. Blood money paid to stem the slaughter he wreaked upon them with his armies... But the greed of Cortéz was insatiable.
    Pyrate
    There's no need to stand on ceremony, nor call to impress anyone, anymore.

    ~he reaches into the stone chest and retrieves a gold coin, the size of a medallion, and lets it slip thru his fingers back into the stone chest~

    You know what this is, don't you? This is Aztec gold.
    Pyrate
    ~he lifts his right leg and uses his boot to kick off the lid to the stone chest. Inside are hundreds of gold coins with Aztec glyphs the size of medallions~

    I don't believe in ghost stories anymore. At least that is what I thought, when I first was told the tale.
    Pyrate
    ~The room contains swag, booty and a spectacular amount of treasure: piles of coins, gold and silver ingots, jewelry, objects d' art, jade and ivory, brightly colored silks, furniture, jewels and pearls, mirrors and swords...~
    Pyrate
    ~He wanders into the cabin; across is a table filled with an impressive spread of food, he carries in a tray with more food, sets down
    the final dish, places the silverware perfectly, then lights some candles which illuminates a stone chest carved with Aztec glyphs in the center of the room~
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