Suddenly a ghostly form in the shape of a ship
Miles below the storm an underwater crypt.
Lying broken at the bottom a fate all mariners fear
A prize for Neptune’s gotham in darkness now made clear.
A link to the distant past carrying some priceless treasure
Hidden under the mast sealed in liquid pressure.
Sadness for the souls who once walked her decks
Or swung from tangled hammocks floating free as tiny specks.
Silent fish swim in schools looking for a humble haven
Glowing like living jewels swift in their evasion.
As we hover in our place the seabed rises up
To conceal the secret space over the tomb we now corrupt.
Her graceful beams are rotten a once proud vessel lies
Now all but forgotten her legacy yet to rise.
What is it about the sea that draws us to the task
To solve another mystery of the fate of men once cast?
And those of us who stand along this crooked shore
Cry courage for the damned whose souls are evermore.