As the sun sets on the horizon, a ship begins its glide,
Through waves of time it sails, with death as its guide.
The stars above whisper secrets of old,
As the ship ventures forth, embracing the cold.

The captain stands firm, with eyes full of grace,
Leading his crew through the deep, dark space.
Each churning wave, a memory fades,
Leaving behind shadows, as existence degrades.

The wind howls through sails, a mournful song,
As the ship drifts further, where it belongs.
Ghosts of the past, in the mist they appear,
Echoes of life, in the silence they sear.

Finally, the ship reaches the edge of the world,
Where life and death in a dance are twirled.
Into the abyss, it gracefully falls,
A final voyage, answering the eternal calls.