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Ghost Of The Sea

Ghost Of The Sea

Aimlessley the Ocean carries her.
Its tales remain anchored by the secrets of open water.
Her deck echoes the sound of a captains pace
as its voyage drifts through time.
Rugged a pirate haunts the scene as the wind tussles his ships sail.
Weathered and worn is fueled by the surge of mist. 
 Her name is faded by the tides of time.
He anticipates what the Ocean can serve. 
Be it the touch of serenity or the grasp of waves that drown a journey.
It is a voyage where land ceases to exist in sight
and finding treasure remains hidden in chapters of the past.
The Ocean has remained unforgiving to its plight,
has mastered a strength that dominates her.
Secrets from the before roam haunted.
Its captain remains locked inside a world where stranded became his destiny.
Ghost ship awaits a return where Deep Blue has full control in
merging her into full view.
It has been unearthered to blend with calamity,
where an aura unveils light and its call of "Ahoy" seeks out drunken sailers.
It will be where their discovery ends,
by the Ghost of an ocean mystery.

 

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Being Me

Such a wonderful narrative poem. It is atmospheric. It conjures fabulous pictures in the mind. Great work!

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