The crash of the wavesPounded upon the bow
The ghost ship had approached
With ancient spirits ethereal
Slipped through the wooden ship
Walked through the prow
Undeniable shivers
Fears of the unknown
The existence of these ghosts
Made no sense now
But the nocturnal spirits never explain
They simply exist
Should these ships return
Run from them
Flee
For the ghosts upon them
Do not fear you or me
They are alive in unlife
They are not dead
They exist I tell you
But you ignore these words
Feeding your complacence
In your dreams
