The Schooner when through the fog the spectral ship appeared silent before us on the running tide torn sails spoke of the stormy seas she’d steered on deck those ghostly pallid faces peered as we fell mesmerised and open-eyed when through the fog the spectral ship appeared legend said this old schooner should be feared and though such myths and legends often lied torn sails spoke of the stormy seas she’d steered as yellowed and gently swaying lamps neared our shouts rippled out from the harbour-side when through the fog the spectral ship appeared on point the splintered figurehead now reared her cannon-blasted features gaping wide torn sails spoke of the stormy seas she’d steered then rumour spread of how she had careered through our scattered foes on the running tide when through the fog the spectral ship appeared torn sails spoke of the stormy seas she’d steered
Ian Gouge - Writer 