Ghost Ship Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

Ancient three-masted sailing ship emerges from the mist
Sea still as a millpond, ship sails rigged and flapping
But there is no wind only chilling immobility.
From the ship there comes the wail of sailor's hornpipe
Forlorn, piercing soul, dreaded music of the dead.
On deck only the helmsman standing at the wheel
Defiant, steering the voyage seeking seafaring souls
Sailing vast oceans and seas for doomed ships.
Helmsman has no face but bony skull, dark eye sockets,
Decaying teeth, skeleton hands brown, stained with age
On mission for his master the Devil gathering the damned.
Waving bony hand, he greets the sailors on another ship
Calling out to those on board, voice chilling the soul
"I've come for you to join me on my voyage to hell."