I sunk the ship,
Buried in the deep blue sea,
Held captive by the timber,
The cold soaked shanks.
Wailing to be heard,
To hear my unfortunate tale.
The curse of the ship
And the stormy weather,
High tide at the witching hour,
Crushed by slippery hands.
Submerged into the under current
And swallowed entirely at once,
Rinsed of all sins.
© Ro
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