Boat of Death

The sturdy boat of death
Docked in the harbour today
It sails with pitch black sails
Which have begun to fray

The turbulent waves stayed calm
Where this vessel did glide
Fear this ship, all people
There is nowhere here to hide

The air is still as a starry night
The scent is one of plague
No one moves among the streets
For eveyone's afraid

And what crew live aboard that ship?
Built of rotting wood
Who will ride back home with it
Leaving life for good?

The rays of sun dilute the dark
But none rest upon that ship
For it left before the dawn
With silence in its grip.