Chilling Blues From Davy Jones' Locker
Beneath the cool and seemingly serene Atlantic Ocean
Lay the remains of the Bermuda Triangle’s commotion
Ships and aircraft rest far beneath the perpetual sea waves
Mystery surrounds what led so many to watery graves
“It’s blue on blue,” the perplexed pilot of Flight 19 exclaimed
On this mirage deaths of all training crew members are blamed
The commander could not tell which way was up and which was down
Sea and sky blending as one produced an undersea ghost town
Where spirits of all those lost over many hundreds of years
Ponder fate in Davy Jones’ locker of all who disappear
*Entry for Francine’s contest: “Blue on Blue on Blue”
(Chose Blue Ocean)
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