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?
Copyright © Patrick Kelly | Year Posted 2021
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