The pirate sliced my heart and took my life.
Oh! What a fool I was to hand him out the knife! 

Aren't I the one to blame,
For inviting a cheat to the game? 

Without mercy he ripped me open,
Chuckling to himself, seeing me broken. 

In need of help, I thought he might be,
Ignoring his ruthless reputation, I could clearly see. 

I drowned in the depths trying to save him,
While he sailed off, leaving me in the deep, dark, dim.

Am I that ill-fated, I wondered?
That such a betrayer could flee, after all that he had rendered?

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