Davey Jones (Wrath) A Lover Scorned
She rolled along the shore as his fingers traced her froth-lace edge.
He recites her name as passionate lore, his devoted lover's pledge,
But she receded far from the beach, far beyond his reach.
Standing there he realizes what he has forfeit, his barriers surrender.
Emotionally stranded, as all rational lucidity fell asunder.
from paramour to foe with one callous blow.
The love within his being parted with her, leaving a pain beyond healing.
Her barren promise leaves him reeling, wrest the heart to numb its feeling.
Within his chest Hell's fury rearing, his soul burning, revenge is yearning.
Reprisal's nearing. What was a man is turning, his humanity coffered.
To the dead and dying no quarter given, no mercy offered.
His new pledge, forsake forgiving and scorn the living.
Hate his munitions, with each step in his spiteful mission, his love further martyred.
The duty he'd been given is further squandered by each soul he bartered.
Obdurate ambitions now fixate
Her water retreated farther, for she's aware of fear, not spared from his seething hate.
He sealed her fate, bound her with the Nine, shackled her with pieces of eight;
scantily compensate his decade vain wait.
By his hand she's diminished, from her eidolon name dismembered.
When he's finished, only her betrayal will be remembered,
and he'll forget forever, be never dreadful, of their bond he swore to sever.
Conceived from wrath, a heartless wretch, malicious and cruel,
suffer all under his heinous rule.
Even she understands, now the Devil holds the sea in his hands.