Just another romantic picture of the worlds beside us all.


Ship

I saw that flying dutchman, I saw that silent ship
I saw that flying dutchman and I thought my mind would slip
Between those flashes roaring, between those dark grey clouds
And while the rain was pouring I screamed with terror 'loud

I saw the flying dutchman, I saw that ghostly sight
I saw the flying dutchman, so white in that dark night
As those waves were pounding I thought that I would die
Between those sounds of thunder I thought I heard a cry

I saw the flying dutchman, while my heart went boom
I saw the flying dutchman, and I was sure I'd met my doom
And as I saw it nearing on it's deck I saw a man
It looked as he was steering and I saw him raise his hand

I saw the flying dutchman, I saw that ship from hell
I saw the flying dutchman, believe what I will tell
He pointed that finger at me and I thought my time had come
So much I saw on those seas, that no one's ever done



Poetry by Andreas Borg
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Written on 2007-03-22 at 09:19

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