The Cry Of The Lonely ShipA Poem by AloysiaVerben
A ship fly decrepit and lonely through the stars, still mourning the loss of her crew.
The Cry of the Lonely Ship
Still, the lonely ship flies
Black and dead through the stars
Starlight parts before her bow
Beneath her lies the stagnant sky
Not a ripple can she create
So close but never touching
Crossing through the sky
Moving past the stars
The darkness is her funeral shroud
The stars are her guide
Not a soul has flown to see her
No crew since her demise.
But still, the lonely ship flies
Creaking though the darkened sky
Never again she'll lower her sails
Forever, she can only wait.
Her mournful song cannot be heard
Only, on the darkest nights
You see her shadow against the sky.
© 2012 AloysiaVerben
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