The ship sails silently into the night,
Its wooden frame creaking with age,
Underneath the pale moonlight,
It embarks on its final stage.

The waves whisper tales of the past,
Of victories and sorrows long gone,
The ship’s journey, too, shall last,
As it sails to the great beyond.

Death guides the vessel with a gentle hand,
The stars above, a celestial map,
Towards a distant, unknown land,
Where time ceases its endless trap.

Farewell, noble ship of the sea,
Your voyage now comes to an end,
Through death, you are forever free,
In the eternal waters, you shall blend.