The Ghost Ship

I saw a ghostly galleon as it sailed under a sailor’s moon. The night was a ribbon of darkness, drawing a veil over a sea of gloom. Her sails were tattered and torn, her rigging in disarray. Her watch bell hung in an eerie silence and on a windless sea she lay The decks were littered and dirty, her rails in disrepair The cabin door was rotten and broken and left to the ocean air. A crew of boney sailors and a phantom captain at the wheel. She sails on a sea to nowhere, a ship whose fate is sealed We passed her on our starboard side as I felt myself began to fall Did I really see her, was she really there at all?