The ship lay beneath the riotous ocean
three thousand feet she lay
the time was near and creeping up
from the port of Blackman bay.
Twas eighteen hundred and forty nine
the dreadful day she sank
while men and women were merry that night
no one was there to thank.
Thirty men and ten women
perished and were never to be found
whilst tied up in the dock that night
the whole crew perished and drowned.
The Captain was a lowly man
interested in nothing but sin
he blasted blasphemy as if it was normal
over the music and din.
No one listened they were all engaged
in sins of the flesh and rum
the music got louder the shouting as well
and all that could be heard was the drum
The rest of the crew were granted leave
and were making merriment in town
in the morning they returned to were they were docked
the expressions were dogged with a frown.
No bodies were found no trace of the crew
and to this day its a mystery
some blame the Captain and his ways
the rest is believed to be history.
A piece of fiction, I wrote this poem based on a documentary I saw on tv regarding the marie celeste, the ship that was floating in water without any crew, enjoy.
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