The towering rocks the ship has hit
The masts have fallen
The bow has been split
The Scene becomes so dark and sullen
And not a single candle is lit.

A woman searches for her ring
Given to her so very long ago
And while the song of death sings
As the ripped sails blow to and fro
Cold and sickness, the weather brings

She remains the last one living
Her ring her only chance of life
The Angel of Death is slowly coming
If only her man would save his wife
But alas, he is gone, she is humming

In his cloak, the grim figure watches
The woman whose eyes turn dull
Her long white hair all caught in bunches
This miserable time, all she can do is mull
And below the deck comes the sound of crunches

All are dead, save her alone
Death approaches with an evil groan
In her resistance, the Reaper still waits
He knows she can’t deny her fate
She won’t realize that, until it’s too late.

Written March 13, 2002