Black Stallion On The Waves, Pirate Adventures (3)

Rearing in the ocean the black stallion on the waves gripping the reefs shoreline with her talons and her bays gleaming in moon shower as she soaks the sunless rays; hungry haunting hunter, her dark flagstaff shadows day. Whipped by maelstrom winds that invoke demonic sails; cloaked by stormy clouds that mute her captive's wails, polished wood decks coating, dawn's mist breath and icy keel massive blood stained hands that slowly turn the Captain's wheel. Sullen and foul tempered when she stalks the open seas boundless in her beauty as she floats in star ripped breeze maven malice foaming where she looms from hidden lees glaring like an eagle in winter's drear, still heartless freeze. Reeling muscled bay-hound leaps outruns the fleeing ships, canon ballads bursting with blue blaring lighted tips, faceless Captain calling as his crew slaves to his lips upon Cur's pirate war ship cursed and named Malevolent.