Death Owns A Ship

• Toni Covington, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2011

Death owns a ship that roams the seas,
a ship the boldest seaman dread;
It's made of the wind, the clouds and the storm,
and its cargo is the dead.
The bloodcurdling screams of sailors past, ripple through the dreaded depths;
For once you've entered the eye of the storm, you've breathed your very last breath.
This vessel death owns it haunts the seas, and will take your very lives;
Woe is to you, for none will hear your last few desperate cries.
Death owns a ship that roams the seas,
a ship the boldest seamen dread;
Take great care for if you don't,
you'll be its cago - dead.