In the harbor where shadows softly lie,There rests a ship, beneath the moon’s pale glow,Its sails untouched by the gentle sky,A ghostly vessel, where silent waters flow.Upon its deck, whispers of the end,Carried by the wind, unseen, unheard,The souls it ferries, with time to spend,In quiet reverie, no spoken word.The stars above, a guiding, distant light,Reflect upon the sea, a silver path,Leading the ship through the endless night,Past life’s tempest, beyond the storm’s wrath.And when the dawn breaks, with tender grace,The ship will fade into the morning haze,Leaving behind a tranquil, empty space,A final journey in death’s gentle embrace.