Poem: "Voyage of the Damned"

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Voyage of the Damned

By: Eve Estelle

Dark waters churn, an eerie disturbance —

The air is fraught with a peculiar sense;

A blackened sky looms overhead,

And faintly felt are the hands of the dead.

An empty sea, not a living soul save me —

Yet from my place upon the shore

Echo the sounds of ringing bells;

Haunting are these ghostly chimes,

Accompanied by the creaks of groaning wood;

The sable sea is no friend to vessels —

So is this now where the poor ship dwells?