A pirate's eyes gleam with the sight of buried treasure Also within the engineer, this gleam, he must think with brilliant measure. His gold comes not from leisure, pay, or overtime It comes from the completion of restoration at the midnight bell chime. The sea rover thinks of no other as he slits the innocent's throat While the mastermind must conquer problems sitting in a boat. A boat that floats over a seemingly hopeless city No decent person can avoid without showing pity. Even the pirate must stop to express his regret To the city which he hadn't plundered yet However, this tragedy, we will never forget.
Not the greatest flow ever as i felt some lines were too long the rhyming didn't feel that forced which is a good thing. Overall it was pretty good, but not your best.