The Lachrimal Ship

The tide is coming in,
I can feel it in my bones.
I can hear the ship, its sorrowful moans.
The ship comes closer, the ground shivers,
The waves go in, I can hear their murmurs.
My legs tremble as the ship nears-
My face covered with tears.
I cannot bear the melancholy sound
Its depressing honk fills the air
Sending chills down my spine,
The sound echoes all around.
The ship, O' it sails
Towards me, crying its lament, wails.
The waves cry too, tears splashing-
Across my face lashing,
Their whispers full of sorrow.
The ship arrives,
Slowly and ghostlike,
Across the weeping sea.