She floats like a dream before she sinks under,Carrying in her folds the dying cries of the soldiers
She floats like a dream before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds the dying cries of the soldiers.
An ethereal beauty, a vessel of sorrow,
Silent witness to the horrors of war.
In the vast expanse of the boundless sea,
Where waves crash and winds howl with fury,
She glides, a graceful phantom in the night,
Her hull kissed by the pale moonlight.
Her timeworn frame, battered and scarred,
A testament to battles fought and hearts marred.
Yet still she sails, a vessel of resilience,
Her purpose unwavering, her spirit relentless.
The fallen warriors, their hopes and dreams,
Now rest within her, carried by the streams.
The echoes of their anguish, haunting and deep,
Within her very fabric, eternally seep.
Oh, what tales she could tell, if only she spoke,
Of bravery and sacrifice, of dreams that broke.
In her embrace, lies the weight of the fallen,
Their sacrifice remembered, their memory solemn.
She bears witness to the chaos and despair,
Yet holds onto hope, in the depths of her lair.
For even as she descends into the abyss,
She carries their stories, their legacy, their bliss.
A floating elegy, a requiem at sea,
She embodies the pain, the loss, and the plea.
Let her sinking be a reminder to all,
Of the cost of war, the destruction, and the fall.
So she floats like a dream before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds the dying cries of the soldiers.
In her descent, she carries their burden with grace,
A symbol of remembrance, forever in embrace.
She floats like a dream before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds the dying cries of the soldiers.
A vessel of hope, adrift on an ocean of despair,
Bearing witness to the horrors that war unfurls.
Her billowing sails, once a symbol of adventure,
Now stained with the tears of shattered lives.
In the twilight's embrace, she dances on the waves,
A haunting silhouette against the darkening skies.
Her bow slices through the salted winds,
As whispers of battles echo in her wake.
A testament to bravery, valor, and sacrifice,
Her timbers bear the weight of a world's heartache.
She carries with her the stories untold,
Of young men and women, their dreams now lost.
Each cresting wave a requiem for the fallen,
Their names etched in memories, no matter the cost.
On her deck, the brave souls stood tall,
Their spirits unyielding, their resolve unbroken.
But as the cannons roared and the smoke engulfed,
Their hopes were stolen, their futures forsaken.
She floats like a dream before she sinks under,
Her mast bending beneath the weight of sorrow.
In the depths of the sea, she finds solace,
A final resting place for the souls she will borrow.
Yet in the hearts of those left behind,
Her memory lives on, a beacon of remembrance.
For she carried the dreams of a generation,
And in her demise, we find strength and penance.
Oh, mighty vessel, we honor your sacrifice,
And the lives you cradled, now forever entwined.
May your name be whispered in hallowed reverence,
As we strive to ensure peace, so elusive to find.
So let her float, let her sink, let her fade,
For her legacy shall endure, never to perish.
She floats like a dream before she sinks under,
A symbol of courage, in a world that we cherish.
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