Surrounded by the dark, almost black waves
That lash against the hull, which barely staves
The water's assault on its weathered flank
With rush abandon, hitting every plank
Until it tilts into the hungry grasp
Of the waters, as it brings Death's cold clasp
In empty rooms and halls, a water grave.
Its light dying as it hits the sea bed,
Where troubles and once gleaming wood lay dead.
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Poem about Death
कविताThis is just one poem about death. I'm just testing the waters since I'm new here.
