Davy Jones
There was a man so cruel
He used people like you would use a tool;
He took the accused or anyone he found,
And if you refused to join his crew; then there would be a sound;
That would be a splash of a sailor overboard;
It wouldn't be the clash of a sword.
He has a dreadful past;
A curse a women cast;
She was much like the sea;
Undomesticated and free;
And he loved her, but didn't get the same result;
She didn't love him and began to revolt.
She cut out his heart,
And that's when the curse began to start.
The organ kept in his breast
Was put in a chest.
He would live in the sea for life;
Thanks to his cruel ex-wife.
Now he inflicts pain on others;
No mercy even if his victims were his brothers
He dominates a poweful beast
That requires a mighty feast;
A monsterous behemoth spreading fears;
Even makes the bravest shed tears;
It's master is the devil of the oceans;
Cursed by strongest of all emotions;
Love.