Still black sea a mirror of the night sky
luminous stars are fish that dance there
ghostly ripples shiver as they reach shore.

Deepest grey sky taunts the inhabitants
devoid of colour, hiding reluctant moon
rock faces steep and utterly foreboding.

Pale walls have been built to last an age
but they seem to exhale with exhaustion
cold, clinical, ghostly shade of her gown.

She stands rigid at the prow looking on
her casket covered with a white shroud
she looks upon her prison in silent tears.

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