Lots of tear, months became years*
Their mother wept for many night,
Wondering if their sons died. Just when their grief
Became permissive and brief, tales of a ghost ship were
Spread.. the same vessel where their blood found death.
A craft made of mist, coursering in a timeless direction.
This cadaverous sighting, causing mayhem through reflection. These dark words are Whispered in the local
Hangout of our port. Sailors and captains sketchin a ship's
Hull with a black shape aboard. Robust dauntless sea-dogs
Speak with a frightened tone in their voice:
"Blue was the sky and the sun smiled at the crew. The a storm came forth, moving Swiftly from the north.
Claps of thunder rumble, cold winds whining loud.
A ghostly solstice, weeping thick tears from its dreary clouds.
As if these raindrops awoke something from its sleep,
Ticking on a liquid grave
To envoke a devilish ship from the sea.
The rise of a haunting in the form of a demon vessel
Now this black ship veered it's bow.
Changing her course, sailing straight into our direction.
Anxious seamen screaming out loud: Search for protection!
Right before it collides, a dark figure was seen,
Standing on the prow with a black hound by this side,
Surrounded by corpses. A sardonic smile
And sinister glance in his eyes.
No movement, not one single tremor was felt on board.
This spectrl ship sailed straight through our vessel
And our soul. The only thing we sensed was a bleack gust,
A chill breeze... so cold"