Ghostship
Through sea smoke
Sails, ripped and torn
Sails, stained and worn
Ghostship,
awoke
Creak and groan,
of well worn timbers
Whispered moan
Shivers
Ghostship
rigging ,trailing in the sea
Masts, bleached grey
Ghostship,
appearing on this day
Ghostship,
in its' wake
Amidst its' tangled rigging,
dragging the souls it must keep
before going down deep
Lonely souls,
neither alive or dead
The lives, the ship stole
condemned in waters, it sped
In the halflight
Through fog and mist
Ghostship,
creaking with a star baord list
In the halflight
Masts and spars,
grey and worn
Tattered sails,
all forlorn
Ghostship,
below the stars
disappearing in to the night
As the sun loses it's glow,
the ship takes on a strange luminescence
Midnight sea
Ghostship,
the night has come to know
Ghostship,
forever travelling in half light
Sails ,ripped and torn
Sails,stained and worn
Where she goes....
nobody knows....
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007
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