In the stillness of the night, a ship sets sail,
Carrying whispers of souls, beyond the pale.
Its sails are woven with threads of fate,
Guided by stars that illuminate its weight.

The ocean’s depths echo with silent cries,
As shadows dance beneath the moonlit skies.
Ghostly figures stand upon the deck,
Bound to a journey they cannot reject.

Waves of time caress the wooden hull,
Each crest and trough a story to mull.
The horizon blends with dreams untold,
Where mysteries of life and death unfold.

Onward it glides through the misty veil,
A voyage eternal, where no winds wail.
Death is the captain, with eyes so deep,
Steering the ship where souls gently sleep.