The Mary Celeste
Watchman sang out, 3 bells and all’s well.
On open seas, calm, in the dead of night.
Tis when we encountered the ghost ship from hell.
Fog shrouded horror, bathed in blood light.
.
No sails unfurled, still the ship came near.
A shout, “Devil’s afoot” from the crow’s nest.
Of sailor’s folklore, the crew were in fear.
Only I ventured to board the Celeste.
.
On faint windy gust we heard lash and whip.
The Devil’s the captain, is what they say.
A cry beckoning us, to crew that hell ship.
But for some unknown reason, the Celeste steered away.
(2013)
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