Ghost Ship
Mighty Mariner, The Dutchman flying
the seas so high. You have never made it to port
in the decades that have passed you by.
You are the world's famous, non human
ghost and doomed to sail the ocean forever,
coast to emerald coast.
Often appearing in a hazy, strange light
and when seen, bad luck is what they say
you bring to the night.
Those who are listening can hear you call from
your watery bed, sending out messages to your
loved ones who has, unknown to you,
been long dead.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014
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