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The Horizon, reveals a one Battleship.
Black smoke becomes evident
as this ship comes
Clearer to vision,
it shows no signs of life provision
it appears to stand adrift, but it
Slowly takes a shift. 

This vessel sails its zig, zags, and hails
Some say it is a ghost ship from the
Great War, a ship that will never come
To shore! Its foghorn sounds clear, 
The ship becomes near, then suddenly
Disappears!

What tricks play on my eyes, when seas
And skies drift by, the open waters flow dry
When this ship of mine, cries! Lost in battle
Many decades ago, the silent horn fails
To blow...
My ghosted ship is on the waves, it's a frame
Has lost its name...

It's a sail that's a prisoner of time, look closely
You will see, my battleship is on the distant
Shore my friend, it shadows appear to sailors eyes
It cast a faint disguise, it is a vessel that no longer
Tries. Lost in its solemn sighs.








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