Morgan Le Fay Poem by Dorian Petersen Potter

A ruthless scoundrel called 'Morgan Le Faye'. indeed was he!
And of nothing aboard his Nefarious, they said was afraid.
A cold-hearted pirate, was he! with deep-green eyes the colour of sea!

He spent most of his time, aboard 'The Nefarious', free!
Just sowing pain, terror and death, always readying his blade,
A ruthless scoundrel called 'Morgan Le Faye', indeed was he!

He didn't believe in anything, man or god but only the sea!
His laws! were only the ones that, himself made,
A cold-hearted pirate was he! with deep-green eyes the colour of sea!

Clever, impetuous, arrogant, dashing and so bold was really he,
Ladies, fell under his spell, and to his wicked ways bade,
A ruthless scoundrel called'Morgan Le Fay', indeed was he!

So he was always sailing the High Seas, ready to flee,
To some distant island alone, to hide all the gold he's made,
A cold-hearted pirate was he! with deep-green eyes the colour of sea!

He didn't believe in love, that word was foreign to him, you see!
His only friend was his sharpened-sword, his god, the gold he's raid!
A ruthless scoundrel called'Morgan Le Fay', indeed was he!
A cold-hearted pirate, was he! with deep-green eyes the colour of sea!