Tales of the Cursed

A tale I’m going to tell you, an omen of the sea, sewed onto my very skin by destiny’s black ink. The lively years

of my life,

Tales of the Cursed Story/ art Kiakras Sfak

emeralds of my youth,

on some corsair pirate ship

I spent tossing the dice.

It was a big commercial ship, would make proud a queen, its whole inside was covered with untold golds and gems.

Black sail with, skull and bones, an omen to the high skies, no matter who beheld it would curse all of creation.

Whoever tries to steal it will have to face the Almighty. Life is a divine present given to us lavishly.

Thanks to all the death and slaughter, We stole this ship one bloody day,

one day in a dead calm.

the sharks there had a feast…

In its legendary hold

one would find so much gold…

Our enchantment was so great…

that we lost our minds and souls.

With such a filthy piece of cloth

it was tied all over,

Man, devious and sinful, you always seek more knowledge. This desire of yours to know is going to be your deathbed. sitting there, hidden, scared, on a small, dark corner.

What kind of creature is this staring at us all strangely? Sitting in this slimy cage and frightened when it sees us…

Then, from within our own thoughts we heard a stunning voice. It was that of the old sailor who knows this world better.

We all have been imprisoned and everybody knows…

that if you lose your freedom, the stars don’t shine no more.

My brothers, let it swim freely, this poor, helpless creature, and please just let it go away to find its own way home.

Hold on a second, old sailor and hold your words as well.

This strange creature we’ve got here with the looks of a fish…

And so, we took the creature alongside with the treasures, and lying in the sea’s big arms each night we got lost. Perhaps it is your old man’s eyes what’s blurring now your brains?

One would earn quite a lot from it, selling it on the streets.

Man, greedy, and deranged you are killing all that is good, come on and tell me, wise man, why don’t you ever rue?

He heard it every single night weeping and suffering.

The pirates used a filthy whip to stop its endless wail.

The old man, man of wisdom, born and raised in the deep seas, he loved the creature so much as if it were his own child.

And with a merciful stabbing…

…he relieved its poor soul.

It is a longtime custom, shortcoming of all men, the one who has much treasures to spend it on women.

We then slaughtered the old man using a sharp-edged knife. We threw his body in the sea as if he were plain chum.

One would think that she was born by Beelzebub’s own daughter…

One can find between her legs the most desired flower.

Her skin was ebony and soft, a snake she had for scarf. And when she swayed fiendishly, she would seduce all men.

his soul for her sickened. Our captain she enchanted

using her pleasing kisses.

He was so in love with her,

He took her with him on our ship, tied her up in his room, where she would feed him with her love…

Never was it enough.

And he, whilst being very sick craved for his medicine, opium, her beauteous form, he was led to madness.

In some way that was magical

She would then offer her sweet love

to all the other men… she snuck out like a snake.

Each one of us desired her, everyone for himself, and all of us together, we went through the Death’s gate.

was hanging him to death.

One night with a dark sky

and with a light rain,

the destiny of our captain

Now, tell us, if you may please, who do you choose for groom,

She then replied to us at once, emptiness in her eyes, her voice was full of pure hatred and omens of revenge.

to be your loyal partner, to rule your ship with you?

My loyal partner I choose, ornament of my bed, I want a man who’s masculine and has a sharp-edged knife.

On warm and freshly spilled red blood I want to spoil my feet, and from the souls that will get lost I want to ease my pain.

so many souls were lost. As many knives were drawn

that night,

And by all of this blood we spilled the clouds were painted red.

There are some days without light, some nights without stars. There is somewhere a sharp-edged stone and abandoned castles.

A tale I’m going to tell you, an omen of the sea, sewed onto my very skin by destiny’s black ink.

Our merciful, almighty God, the one who knows it all, by ripping your very own flesh he will forgive your soul.