Beneath the crescent moonâs gentle gaze,
A ship sails quietly into the haze.
Each wave a silent, solemn hymn,
A tribute to her fading vim.
Her sails, once proud, now tattered and worn,
Tell tales of battles, love, and scorn.
The stars above begin to weep,
As she drifts into the deep.
Memories etched in her wooden frame,
Echo whispers of her name.
The sea embraces her with tender grace,
In the depths, sheâll find her resting place.
The dawn breaks with a soft sigh,
As the shipâs spirit takes to the sky.
An end and beginning intertwined,
In the ocean’s heart, forever enshrined.