The Lost Submarine

The submarine disappeared after it sailed Its mission was an exercise that didn’t prevail A search occurred until all hope was totally gone And the crew of the submarine could not live on Years passed and the submarine memories remained When reports of the ship being sighted were unexplained A mystery of this ghost ship developed still sailing to be seen Appearing near ships on a painted sea as a waking dream So if you sail in the South Atlantic Ocean at dawn or dusk You may see this submarine on its mission as a must It may appear next to you as a surprise With the crew on the conning tower looking with dead eyes. © Paul Warren Poetry