Concealed in the mist
Fear waits
A ghostly ship
No sound, it makes
Its tattered flags flutter
Skull and crossbones embossed
A warning sign to the approaching
That all hope is lost
Ships veer widely
At the sight of it
Consumed by panic
At this infamous ship
As they retreat
Only then does Fear move in
Gliding through the waters
Like a shark’s fin
But it never attacks
Like a vulture, it stalks
For the ships, in their frenzy
Drive themselves into the rocks
But sail straight towards it
Holding your course
And the ship will turn
As if by an unseen force
It will disappear
Into the swirling mists
As it realises that you
Have worked out its trick
Fear


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