Voyage of the Dead

White waves crash on rocks with their sound Death ships in full sail fill the background Men standstill, on the far ridge overlooking Playing pipes for the dead, now spirit bound Tall flames rise quickly through the fog Releasing men's souls to fly away To seek the far places of Scottish Gods While widowed women cry out this day Lightning strikes with a thunderous clap The thickening fog rolls into the bay Ships are stacked with dead on their backs And set ablaze so they can sail away Woven and warm kilts flap in chilled winds Ships ablaze are now far from shore Men playing pipes stand still in the cold On the dark ridge above the Scottish shores Pipes will be played as voices haunt Memories of sacrifice endure Songs will be sung and great stories told In villages on the Scottish shores Women with long and anguished tears Gather their children, they'll have no more Their lives sustained are now filled with fear In villages on the Scottish shores 2/6/14 contest "V" New or Old sponsor Constance La France