The Course of a Spectral Ship

Lots of tears, months became years
Their mothers wept for many nights
Wondering if their sons died
Just when the grief became permissive and brief
Tales of a ghost ship were spread
The same vessel where their brood found death

A craft made of mist, coursing in a timeless direction
This cadaverous sighting, causing mayhem through reflection
These dark words are whispered in the local hangout of our port
Sailors and captains sketching a ship's hull with a black shape aboard
Robust dauntless sea-dogs speak with a frightened tone in their voice:

"Blue was the sky and the sun smiled at the crew
Then a storm came forth, moving swiftly from the north

Claps of thunder rumble, cold winds whining loud
A ghostly solstice, weeping thick tears from its dreary clouds
As if these raindrops awoke something from its sleep
Ticking on a liquid grave
To evoke a devilish ship from the sea

The rise of a haunting in the form of a demon vessel

Now this black ship veered its bow
Changing her course, sailing straight into our direction
Anxious seamen screaming out loud: Search for protection!
Right before it collides, a dark figure was seen
Standing on the prow with a black hound by his side
Surrounded by corpses
A sardonic smile
And a sinister glance in his eyes

No movement, not one single tremor was felt on board
This spectral ship sailed straight through our vessel
And our soul
The only thing we sensed was a bleak gust
A chill breeze, so cold"