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!