The Ship

The whispers of the haunted boat,
If you focus you can here the helm creek,

and foot steps come close, you see the frightened captain,
and the scream makes you freeze

You explore and find body’s that have no souls,
there eyes stared at .

You can here splutter of the engine you go down and oil covers the room,
then you see the turret shoots speeding missiles like a man running a marathon,

You can spot the fading moons and something moves
could it be the body.