The Legend of the Orc Pirate

Beneath the clouded waning of the moon,  
Gingerly, she crept across the dirt field,  
Following the wind's mystic, gentile, croon,  
Her satchel, and dagger, she had concealed.  
Out to the poor farmer's stable she went,  
And a beautiful horse she did pick out,  
To trot and gallop across the psamment,  
Soon it would snow, and the sky would becloud.  
Luna was the Gypsy Vanner's birth name,  
Of such fine pedigree that filly was,  
In the girl, a wanting to run, aflame,  
Although she knew it would be dangerous.
Under stars of darkest winter umbra,  
Reins in hands, galloping off, a blur.  
 
Her bright, brocade caul, hidden 'neath hood grey,  
The poor, old, farmer, awoken that night,  
To a stable filled with nothing but hay,  
His most prized possession, taken that night.  
Sunny day, far from that place, that night,  
Walking down seemingly deserted street,  
Walked into a parade when she turned right,  
And finally, she did find her exit.  
Far, without her servants, without much coin,  
In a foreign city, winter soon here,  
Against her heart, she might have to purloin,  
To survive here, she cannot be sincere.  
Now she found an old shop she can work in,  
And she would never go back to her queen.  
 
And as she work there, day in, and day out,  
She dreamed of being a dragon hunter,  
Or maybe some day, a pirate no doubt,  
Or maybe a...PIRATE DRAGON HUNTER!  
She got it, knows what she is going to be!  
Just needs to save money for a vessel,  
And then, go out and sail on the vast sea.  
She prayed to Cerridwyn, make gone the dull.  
Bring some new excitement, and set her free!  
And what about Luna, she did wonder,  
No problem, she so did enjoy the sea,  
Always frolicking about in wonder.  
And then when she has saved up enough coin,  
The realm of pirates, the two will go join!  
 
The shopkeeper awoke one day to find,  
The girl and her horse, took their things and left,  
There was not even a note left to find,  
He found, of his money, he was bereft.  
The poor girl, could wait to leave no longer,  
So she took from him, along with her coin,  
She and Luna ran away to gather,  
Crew, and vessel, to travel every coign.  
Every nook and cranny of this great realm,  
They explored and searched, with such great fervor,  
Hunting dragons for kings of every realm,  
Then stealing all of their gold and silver.  
One day, she met an elder, elven, king,  
A new first mate, and a husband, charming.  
 
Many a crew member have come and gone,  
Living, dying, in the circle of life,  
But she knew they three, would live 'till each dawn,  
Until they are one with the tree of life.  
She looked in her husband's large, bright, blue, eyes,  
The wind through, his long, beautiful, grey, hair,  
She now knew the meaning of life, her prize,
Was a life of adventure, and love so fair.  
 
The mysteries of life, in their cycle,  
Go, 'round and 'round, beginning, end, deasil,  
Maiden, Mother, Crone; ocean, rain, puddle.  
'Round, and 'round, since the dawn of time, primal.  
Surveying her domain, in it's glory,  
Beside her love, who smells of sweet litchi.  
 
In the next few years, the three had secured,  
A vast fleet of ships under their control,  
Plenty of retirement coin assured,  
With their feared reign of the seven seas, whole!  
And then one year the three, they became four,  
A beautiful child both he and she,  
A few years later, on the sea once more,  
They, a deadly, pirating family!  
They travelled through many a dimension,  
From the waters of the glowing plankton,  
To the depths of the nebulae, foreign,  
By octopi, jellyfish, and sirens,  
Plundering, murdering, and pillaging,  
Continuing their world wide voyaging.  
 
They met many a centaur and merfolk,  
And many a faery, troll, dwarf, and gnome,  
And then, even some of their own kinfolk,  
From Orcs, to Elves of the great, vast, seafoam.  
From magma, to trees floating upside down,  
Clockwork automations, androids, lasers,  
Large cities, dystopian small towns,  
And even a crazy world 'twas inverse!  
'Till one day, they hit a large, hidden reef,  
Surrounded by ocean, there was no land,  
Her and her love, stared off in disbelief,  
Were they sinking to the sea's hinterland?  
In a place they now know as Point Nemo,  
Their vast treasure, might be buried below.  
 
They say the treasure can only be found,  
On the night, of a super blood wolf moon,  
When the moonflower growing on the mound,  
Grown by the nightshade, blooms under said moon.  
Many treasure hunters have come and gone,  
Many have died, or simply gone insane,  
This treasure, they just could not have forgone,  
Some have heard her laughing at their disdain.  
Some have heard her weeping for her baby,  
Some say they can hear the voice of a man,  
Hushing a distressed, neighing horse, kindly,  
Never has it been found, this whole timespan.  
Some, they claim to have found her old flintlock,  
And that's the story of Gypsy Hemlock.