The boat, once proud upon the sea,
Now succumbs to fate's decree.
Slowly sinking, its timbers creak,
As the ocean's grasp grows bleak.

The water engulfs its weary frame,
A dance of darkness, a haunting game.
Sunlight fades, replaced by gloom,
As the depths become its tomb.

Silent whispers fill the air,
As bubbles rise, a final prayer.
Creatures of the deep, curious and cold,
Witness the vessel's story unfold.

Memories of voyages past,
Of adventures that could never last.
Now swallowed by the ocean's abyss,
A tragic end, a mournful kiss.

Yet in this melancholic scene,
A beauty lingers, serene.
For even in its watery grave,
The boat finds peace, a tranquil enclave.

And as it rests upon the ocean floor,
It becomes a home, forevermore.
A sanctuary for creatures small and grand,
A testament to nature's guiding hand.