Amidst the raging tempest and the storm’s cruel breath,
A ship once proud now faces its inevitable death.
The winds howl a dirge, the waves pound in despise,
As sailors whisper prayers, gazing at the darkened skies.

The wooden planks groan under the ocean’s might,
Shadows of despair dance in the fading light.
Hearts heavy with sorrow, eyes wet with brine,
They cling to hope, in memories divine.

The captain stands resolute, defiant to the end,
His ship, his life, a bond no storm can bend.
With every crash and creak, with every tear and plea,
He guides his vessel through the unforgiving sea.

Yet fate is a ruthless master, cold and unkind,
The ship succumbs, leaving dreams behind.
Beneath the waves, it finds a silent grave,
The final voyage of those who were brave.