FlyingA Poem by phantomFlying Flying Forever Flying High Above The Main Wondering If I'M Sain Dropping Down To Skim The Wave And Cut Before The Cutter Black Black As Night Can Be And Saw Her Ensign Abillowing In The Breeze And Saw She's The Blight Of The Sea With Blood Red Sails And Crewed By The Dead Such A Frighting Sight To See The Reaper Of The Sea The Flying Dutchman Se Be Captined By That Thrice Cursed Son A Vanderdecken Be He Enough Of This Dreadful Thing Time To Fly Back Above The Main To Hear Freedom's Peaceful Song. © 2008 phantomAuthor's Note
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