Fear in a man’s eye can be seen at night
Between the dancing specters of friends’ past.
Through the darkness he prays will not last
Painful memories remind him of fright
Endured at a tender age. Such a blight
One his mind. Quick thoughts sprint by, his heart, gassed.
The weight of his life pressed his chest and asked
“Captain what should we do? Can we turn right?
A chill grips the man and does not let go.
He feels the tossing of a ghostly ship.
Cracking keel thunders loud before the flip
That casts the men down with a forceful blow.
Every night between the light, his guilt trip
Goes underway with the crazed man in tow.
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