Ghost ship Корабль призрак

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The dark dawn rises in the sky,
A black flag shows against the sea.
The ship’s faint hulk, a ghostly sigh,
Sails forth to charge relentlessly.

The cannon’s roar resounds so loud,
The gulls wheel high above the stern.
A shimmer, haze, a shifting cloud—
It feels like this is not my turn.

Now on the bridge the captain stands,
A blind, bony skeleton’s frame.
He grins at us with hollow hands,
Wishing us a swift, cold flame.

The mirage fades, the mist is gone,
And cliffs rise up before the bow.
The captain laughs, his voice drawn on:
“This all has happened once, I know!”

The dark dawn climbs the heavens high,
A black flag flutters o’er the sea.
The ship’s dim hull, a phantom’s cry,
Still bears us on, even in death, you see.


Board the ship—the wind will guide,
Phantoms gather by the stern.
Board the ship—the sea’s the tide,
Thousand years in one dream born,
On a single ship adrift.