Ghost Ship

Ancient three-masted sailing ship emerging from the mist Sea still as a millpond, ship sails rigged and flapping But there is no wind only chilling immobility. From the ship comes wail of a sailor's hornpipe Forlorn, piercing soul, dreaded music of the dead. On deck only helmsman standing at the wheel Defiant, steering voyage, seeking seafaring souls Sailing vast oceans and seas for doomed ships. Helmsman has no face but bony skull, dark eye sockets, Decaying teeth, skeleton hands brown, stained with age On mission for his master, the Devil, gathering the damned. Waving bony hand greeting sailors on another ship Calling out to those on board, voice chilling the soul "I have come for you to join me on my voyage to hell."