A Lonely Ship Poem by Nicholas Abaddon

Alone out in the sea of sand, waiting for the end of days gazed the Ship without a Captain and a sail without the wind. The long forgotten light up above the world blazes a spider web across the clouds. The Ship is stained with tears left behind so long ago, and dust of sweat and endless toil carved scars through the old wooden face, The sand, a sea without a shore for all those banished memories hidden deep within the bowels of the Ship. The Albatross strained the mast creaking ancient wood, banished across the seas from the land with out a name.

The wind blew across his face with the wisp of a lover's kiss. Warm like the hearth in a dead winter's night the blood trickles down his shoulders melting into the fog. Cracked and bleeding and staggering a long he shudders as the raven flies overhead. Begging to leave this world behind as the fog rolls out and blankets the ground like snow. A head shaved to commemorate the loss of the sacred ground left so many journeys back towards the wide ocean front.

There is a long forgotten light at the end of the tunnel, Alone out by the sea shore waiting for the end of days gazed the ship without a captain and a sail without the wind. There is a long forgotten dance to be spun in the sand by the cave. Yawning with grace, begging for the rapture and weeping for the fall.