Who Is Captain Down? Poem by cassie wheathers

She is listless now,
She never moves, shes so frail.
She carries a sour taste in her mouth.
Her arms and legs are like rails.
She used to be a good sailor girl.
She had a bright boat.
She steered it through the white water,
Dripped it through dark moats.
She wont stand she wont talk.
What was the last thing she said?
She used to stroll through the grave yards.
Bend and give ribbons to the dead.
But now the fog is too much for her.
She breathes still, shes not old.
Yet she sits and she waits for death.
Her adventures all go untold.
She still lives somewhere.
In some eternal form of cope.
In a light house quite comfortable.
She once knew such hope.
All her sailor suites swallow her now.
She looks like true skin and bones.
I still think of her sometimes.
The legend, up there alone.