Home of the dead

A lonely ship, adrift at the sea,

while the storm was raging as hard as can be.

It stayed on its course. Was heading for land.

Returning to homes from which they were banned.

You see, these men were trapped at the sea.

They couldn't escape. They had nowhere to flee.

An unknown disease was infecting the crew,

They searched for a cure but nobody knew.

In time they all were loosing their life,

They had to give up on children and wife.

The men were engulfed by sensations of dread,

This ship held their future. A home of the death.

~ Falcon Dove