A ghost ship sails the endless sea, Its creaky timbers and tattered sails, A silent crew, lost in eternity, Haunting the ocean with ghostly wails.
Its mast stands tall against the sky, The hull forever locked in time, A haunting sight that makes you sigh, As it passes by in the moonshine.
No living soul has set foot aboard, But the ghostly whispers linger still, A phantom crew, forever moored, On a ship that sails against its will.
The ghost ship sails on through the night, A relic of the past that still survives, A haunting presence that chills with fright, A ship of ghosts that forever thrives.