ZoeBee

And I shall lay siege to your dining halls
With crossbows and axes and fierce bayonets
I shall quiver the jelly and thicken the gravy 
And I solemnly swear to stir the pot

The old theatre is haunted 
With worn velvets notes of melody
And in its tarnished brass door handles
Trombone ghosts can play
The lights flick on and off in hues only known by moonlight

It is the witching hour.
All the good little children are tucked into their beds and only the crooked ones remain awake
The ones who stay up under the covers with flashlights
Whose lips are sewn shut or glued open 

Salem, Massachusets
1692
Maria Rose will hang today
Maria Rose is a witch and cohorts with black cats and runt pigs
And she will hang today
Maria Rose lives down the lane from me

My name is Captain captain
I'm the ruler of these seas
I'm a pirate and a scoundrel
And I have never said please
My name is Captain captain
And I raise a little hell
If anyone on my crew is good
I have to say farewell

I feel nothing except shame
Tail-tucked head-low damn-it shame
The books on by bed lay there 
Unread
Messages flooding my inbox
I have not yet parted the red sea