Ghost Ship


She looms out of the dark,
secrets sleeping with the sharks.
For her tale cannot be told,
There is no living soul aboard
There must be at least one alive,

Yet no man takes her helm.
25 knot sand a dull roar,
Is that all that is heard from her?

Still She plows on,
Without remorse or care,
Through the frigid night air.

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