Upon the still waters, a ship sets sail,
Guided by whispers of the mournful gale,
Its wooden hull creaks with tales untold,
As it ventures forth into night’s cold.

The stars above, a silent choir of light,
Watch over the vessel through the endless night,
Each wave a memory of what once was,
Carried softly by the sea’s gentle pause.

Death stands at the helm with a knowing gaze,
Leading the ship through time’s fading haze,
The horizon beckons with its shadowed face,
A final destination, an eternal embrace.

In the silence of the ocean’s deep,
Where secrets of the cosmos sleep,
The ship sails on, a ghostly grace,
Into the arms of endless space.