Beneath the moon’s pale, haunting gaze,
A ship sails into the nightâs embrace,
Its timbers creak with memories vast,
As waves whisper of a journey past.
The stars above, they softly weep,
For sailors lost in oceanâs deep,
Their voices carried by the breeze,
To shorelines far, past ancient trees.
The hull, a ghostly silhouette,
Against the sky, a story set,
Of battles fierce and storms endured,
Now rests in peace, its fate assured.
In ocean’s depths, the ship shall lie,
Beneath the endless, watchful sky,
A monument to dreams once bold,
Now cradled in the seaâs cold hold.