The Black Sea

In memory of those who gave their lives, unknown.

Over pale white cliffs, sheer and strange,

on a sea as black as night in the morning sun,

a ship of fools was cast, sadly sailing the unknown.

As tragic eyes sought foreign skies for the stars of home,

gold tipped waves murmured their assault.

That tiny ship was wrecked, sailors all but dead.

Only a brave few stood until the end,

fighting a vortex forged by godly hands.

Lost! Lost, at last, but remembered fondly,

as the sweetest tragedy ever cast.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A very nice and descriptive poem. Bravo..........................