Raiding Song Poem by Ryan Brodesser

Tonight we gather with one another
whether enemies friends, sister or brother
To toast the day and ship away
our foul deeds done for the day
Drink deep, drink deep from cup and bowl
And count the gold which we stole
our swords sheathed and daggers down
and so our sorrows soon shall drown

All through the night we steal, and bully our way to glory
All The slimes of the gutters, and sewers, writing our crimson story
Though we came from nought, we are here, and we want only the very best
The blade will find the gold, glory, gory our blades may be on this quest
So come, all you rats, lets board our ship and sail off with the evening breeze
And dip our hands, raiding other places and lands, staining the seas
And before the break of the next morning day
Come sailing home on the crest of the swirling spray

and so here we gather, sinners and rascals on on tipsy earth
where the filth and disease of civilization take all that’s worth
the sons and daughters of endless slaughters
can all be found sailing on these waters
All of us are our own royalty of lonely shores
A together with one another rogues and thieves gather in these sheltered doors
Aye, in a place that murderers, thieves smugglers, and pirates freely roam
Aye, here is the place that I call home!