Death Ship

Death Ship

It Sails past into the Night,

The water's calm and quiet,

Out of the wave's they come

The moonlight shines on crisp, white bone

Their finger's salute her as she passes.

The mast rise’s high in the dark,

Its sails black as the sky above,

Tattered and torn its shredded flesh.

The wood splintered, tattered, tired,

Old.

On the deck she stands tall,

White shining teeth and black glowing eyes,

Matted ebony hair trails down her back,

Her birth before time,

Her life before memory,

Her age has no number.

She smiles death's grin as she passes by.

The robe she wears is red,

The only colour in this darkened scene.

Red, the colour of roses,

Red, the colour of rage,

Red, the colour of danger,

Red, the colour of blood,

Red, the colour of death.

This is the ship of the dead

And its captain is she.

She rides the waves on her grave.

The ship that bears her name.

Her breath in the tree's

And her tears are in the rain.

Silently it sails past,

She stands tall and still.

She doesn't turn her face to you.

Today is not your day,

Right now is not the time,

But the sands of time

Are falling through,

And one day it will set sail for you.