The Course of a Spectral Ship

Lots of tears, months became years.

Their mothers wept for many nights,

Wondering if their sons died.

Just when the grief

Became permissive and brief

Tales of a ghost ship were spread...

The same vessel where their brood found death.

A craft made of mist

Coursing in a timeless direction.

This cadaverous sighting

Causing mayhem through reflection.

These dark words are whispered

In the local hangout of our port.

Sailors and captains sketching a ship's hull

With a black shape aboard.

Robust dauntless sea-dogs speak

With a frightened tone in their voice:

"Blue was the sky and the sun smiled at the crew.

Then a storm came forth

Moving swiftly from the north.

Claps of thunder rumble

Cold winds whining loud.

A ghostly solstice, weeping thick tears

From its dreary clouds.

As if these raindrops awoke something

From its sleep, ticking on a liquid grave

To evoke a devilish ship from the sea.

The rise of a haunting

In the form of a demon vessel.

Now this black ship veered it's bow.

Changing her course

Sailing straight into our direction.

Anxious seamen screaming out loud:

Search for protection!

Right before it collides, a dark figure was seen,

Standing on the prow

With a black hound by his side.

Surrounded by corpses.

A sardonic smile and a sinister glance in his eyes.

No movement, not one single tremor was felt on board.

This spectral ship sailed straight

Through our vessel and our soul.

The only thing we sensed was a bleak gust,

A chill breeze... so cold."