On A Ship Of Ruins

On a Ship of Ruins

Ship of ruins with solemn loneliness aboard,

Destruction of a ghost ship that doesn’t sail any more.

Darkness in the ocean, the horizon red and sore,

Floating bodies everywhere, scattered in the water’s core.

The only sound that was heard, soft voices that painfully mourned,

On the deck of sorrows in the ship of bones.

A white veil, transparent, bloody silk gown hanging on a door,

A diamond ring rests on a window sill waiting for the groom’s allure,

Suddenly a black shadow kneels upon the wooden floor,

Caressing  the long-lost crown of the bride who exists no more.

The ship’s planks start squeaking, and a voice says “All aboard!”

Moving forward to the horizon, the ring falls on the floor.

A ghostly shadow follows the ring, running, running on,

The ring rolls and falls through a hole in the floor into a great salon.

Down goes the shadow to save all that was left,

When he thought he had it, he met with someone else.

A spirit  had materialized and was putting on  the ring

It was his lover singing the most romantic hymn.

He tried to convince her how he loved her so,

But she told him that she had gone long ago,

That she had returned to let him know,

How much she loved him ,with a love so bold,

That she had brooked death’s gap with devotion never known.

Seeing such affection and a love so true,

He finally took the courage to see he was a ghost, too.

It was many years since he had sunk to the bottom of the ocean blue

Beside his beloved fiancé before their honeymoon cruise.

On the night they were to marry on a ship greatly renowned

They died in a maritime tragedy of great renown.

And now as he embraced her to the sound of ghostly bells

The ghostly captain tied the vows of a love that had beaten hell.

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