Beneath the moon’s soft, silver light,
The ship sails on the endless night,
Her timbers creak with whispered tales,
As gentle winds fill ghostly sails.

Her journey marked by countless tides,
Through storms and calms, she bravely glides,
Yet now she drifts to her quiet rest,
On ocean’s breast, her final quest.

Waves cradle her in tender embrace,
As stars reflect on her weathered face,
The sea sings softly her lullaby,
While seabirds bid a mournful goodbye.

In the depths where shadows play,
She finds her peace at the break of day,
A noble vessel in silent sleep,
Forever part of the ocean deep.