The Ship of murder by Bella SWW

The smell of Burning creeps it’s way through the ship,
Souls fly isolated around
The ship has never seen the light,
The usually freckled face of the night is covered by jealous fog.

People are often found going but never returning,
Blood scatters the deadly floor,
Shadows of people are visible behind the barrels of blood,
but the ship never moves nor does it tell it’s secrets.

Bloody swords are jammed into sacks of grain,
Bone dangle from the mast,
But if your lucky enough,
the monsters will only take your souls.