Ghost Pirate

Phantom ships sailing high, On the seven seas tides, Pulling back and forth, with nowhere to go, Sailing the seas forever condemned. Her crew has no fear of storms Like in their past lives before. Swab the decks, raise the sails, There’s work to be done. There skeleton forms elude you as frail, They climb to the crow’s nest, and unfurl the main sail, Raise the anchor and hoist her colors for all to see, Do they seem frail to thee. The mist and the sea rise to meet them. Yo Ho, Yo Ho a pirate’s life and death for me.