6 February 2013
Ghost Ship Undisturbed Floats in on morning tide The figurehead on the bow so curved knows what occured inside A cold wood face secrets keeps Watching with dreadful eyes But its former crew will find no peace 'till she will the tale surmise.
Devil ship what happened here? Why so neat and yet so bare? While satan's hand maiden Smiles on without a care? The smell of breakfast left untouched lingers in the air what made you leave so quick, so rushed? Amid your morning prayer?
A glint in her eye Adds to our unease What being caused this, who can solve, This queen of mysteries When she thinks no ones looking Her head turns a few degrees She whispers to the breeze I am freed. I am freed. While the voices of one-were-men bubble up from deep sea.
Mary Celeste • Opuss № I