Upon the silken waves, a ship sails quiet and free,
Its mast kissed by the moon, a ghostly reverie.
Shadows whisper secrets of those who lie beneath,
Their echoes haunt the night, a tale of silent grief.

The captain stands alone, his eyes a hollow gaze,
Steering through the mist, lost in a timeless maze.
Stars above bear witness to the souls the ship does keep,
Their dreams adrift in darkness, where endless waters seep.

The ocean’s breath is cold, as if the night does mourn,
For every soul departed, for every life forlorn.
Waves caress the hull, a lullaby of sorrow,
Guiding the silent ship toward a ghostly morrow.

In the heart of the abyss, where light dares not to tread,
The ship and its lost crew sail among the dead.
Eternally they wander, on seas of endless night,
A voyage never ending, beneath the pale starlight.