~The Ghost Ship~

We came upon a ghostly ship,
an aberration straight from hell,
as slowly through the fog she slipped
the only sound her tolling bell.

Mystic'ly the crew has vanished.
At the helm the Captain stands.
Ghostly figure, weapons brandished,
gripping tightly with his hands.

All the rigging's hanging loosely,
all the sails are tattered rags.
Wind had ravaged, blown profusely.
torn to shreds the signal flags.

Those who boarded came back quickly,
faces ashen, filled with fright!
Some were even feeling sickly,
weakened by the ghostly light.

As she passed us fading slowly,
cloaked by fog from which she came.
Something made her seem unholy,
hiding with the fog her name.

Who could say what fate she's seen then,
or what story she could tell.
Could she be the Flying Dutchman?
If she is we're doomed to hell!

(c) June 11, 2012