Blood and Salt - Indrajit's Story (light-hearted)

He was born on a ship on a dark rainy night,<BR>
With splashulous, brumerish waves left and right.<BR>
His mother looked down and beamishly grinned,<BR>
"Here's born the best who'll ever have sinned."<BR>
They sailed on the sea<BR>
With a piratesome glee<BR>
And seadogs like black-hearted Walder Magee<BR>
Did wail when they saw them and promptly did flee.<BR>
Then came a brumulous cumberish man,<BR>
With dark beady eyes and a terrible plan.<BR>
He tricked them and trapped them and caught them in chains,<BR>
This fellow named Bok who was more brawn than brains.<BR>
Bok laughed as he said with a skeevious smile,<BR>
"You won't be sailing these seas for a while.<BR>
You're my slaves, don't you know it, as bound as can be,<BR>
And you've no chance of finding a way to be free."<BR>
Indrajit said,<BR>
His eyes turning red,<BR>
"Oh I'll see you dead,<BR>
On deck or in bed."<BR>
But there came only laughter, mocking and bright,<BR>
For the giant named Bok felt no fear and no fright.<BR>
He made them both serve - the boy pirate in chains,<BR>
While the boy's mother danced to sexoforous strains.<BR>
But the boy pirate was clever and cunning and sharp,<BR>
And knew to play a heart's strings like a harp.<BR>
He bowed and he danced and he served Bok's own girl child,<BR>
And the nights that they spent were oilishously wild.<BR>
He started enslaved,<BR>
But slowly she caved,<BR>
Till passions unstaved<BR>
Made it him that she craved.<BR>
And then on a boomulous, flashingsome night,<BR>
When stormclouds had gathered to hide the moon's light,<BR>
The girl child slipped drugs into Bok's favorite wine,<BR>
And Indrajit prepared to deal with the swine.<BR>
Bok woke with a start and a gasp and a groan,<BR>
His words started roaring but became a meak moan.<BR>
For there stood the boy pirate free and well-armed,<BR>
With Bok's own fair daughter so thoroughly charmed.<BR>
With a knife to Bok's throat,<BR>
Indrajit did then gloat,<BR>
"You swineous stoat,<BR>
I'm taking your boat."<BR>
What followed was a frightening, sanguinish thing,<BR>
The sort of dark story of which bards never sing.<BR>
At the end of it all, big Bok was quite dead,<BR>
With Indrajit's mother quite still on the bed.<BR>
Bok's daughter was given to the crew as a prize,<BR>
And paid for her father's black sins with her cries.<BR>
The boy pirate leaped into the oily black sea<BR>
And promised himself that he'd always be free.<BR>
And where is he now, this pirateish son?<BR>
Why there's a Cabal and of them he is one.<BR>
He walks in the light under Stygian sun,<BR>
But it's in the hard shadows that his real work is done.<BR>
Category:Launch Short Story Contest