The Lady Luck

A ghostly abandoned hulk
Full of death and decay
Find out the truth,
What happened to verity?

Slaves once sat, plying the oars,
Where they sit still,
Half-rotted bodies grinning skulls,
Rowing us to our doom, until

The truth shines like like through darkness,
Warning beacon of reaching hands,
Run on thick warm carpet,
Fight down panic and despair.

Mutiny was presumed,
Though the laughing captained escaped
And the crew realized
Their mistakes far too late.

Too many have died on these decks
It is unwholesome air,
Flee this place, trust the clean sea,
Verity will help you there.