The Cry Of The Lonely Ship

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

The stars.

 

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.