The clock has stopped

But the ship still turns

The maps are soaked, the ink has run

The sextant's rusted and broken

They've dragged away the lighthouse keeper

And the stars are wreckers' lamps

And the rigging's torn and ragged

And the waves are rising and crashing


BrevityQuest07
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