Roger Not So Jolly

In the dark of night I see a ship,

Skeleton bare,

No skin.

Towers of ice rise high above the water,

Waiting,

Like tigers,

To sink their frozen teeth,

To sink her.

Send her to the deep.

Dark.

The sea remains calm,

Faintly mimicking her,

As if her spirit lies just beneath it's skin.

I see no life on board the ship.

Just her bones,

Floating quietly on.

Bye.

Longing for another time.