The Flying Dutchman
The Flying Dutchman
Looms out of the misty night,
Mast and sails glowing,
Surreal, such an eerie sight,
She clearly crosses our bows.
And then the ship disappears.
The look out who first saw her
Falls from the crow’s nest and dies;
And we are all doomed.
Jack Horne for Russell’s Mesh of Forms contest
(Tanka and Dodoitsu)
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