1604A Poem by AetherealAll about a sunken ghost ship
1604
Legendary lore being as it may from a time of yore holds a mystic sway. Lady Eleanor, so the legends say, still walks this bleak shore where the breakers play in that dress she wore on that tragic day when the tempest tore her bark's sail away. It's 1604 where her sad bones lay in her ship's decor under silt and clay. © 2013 Aethereal |
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