Cursed Voyage

Through the morning fog Leaving the port behind A cursed voyage sets sail Across the seven seas she goes Towards the unknown Through mist and tidal fury A watery tomb enthroned Those on deck Yearn for promised shores In gallows below Exhausted to the core And from the rocks a melody mocks as they hear the sirens call Luring sailors to their deaths are these angelic whores The captain screams as the harpies gleam proud of their devilish work A dozen men, drowned and submerged, and then a dozen more Escaping one peril only leads to another And soon they became one with the fog Lost, forgotten,and cursed for eternity.