Posidons Ghost
Out of the mist appears a ship
Out running the tempest grip
Her forty guns show her strength
Her stern to focsal show her length
The crew cold with hard looks
Quickest bunch of cut throat crooks
Captain Red Beard is a kind host
Of the dreaded ship Posidons Ghost
Black sails and a succubus figure head
Call to sailors alive and dead
She was given to the captain by Hades
Made out of souls of despicable crazies
Flag of fire is a defining mark
Sly and cunning like a shark
Soundless motion through the waves
Porting always in the bay of slaves
Innocence and age have no bearing with her
Death is option for any purse
The plank is open to all who fight
Against the ship of darkest night
Lines of magic course through her mast
Like a play with a sturdy cast
Planks of wood that cannot scare
no matter the force or who you are.
Remember this when you see the ghost
Hades welcomes you to his roast!
Copyright © David Welch | Year Posted 2005
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