The Mary Rose
Her beauty is not only marked
By features of her face
But also from the charming way
Her movements define grace
and at times she seems to be
So sad and all alone
My only wish to bring her joy
still chills me to the bone
For in her eyes there does remain
a day of distant past
when the death of love and life
tore sail from her mast
Her crew remains in missing state
Forever to this day
Her mighty size and splendor still
Can’t hide her great dismay
Her bow remains so straight and true
Her deck shines like the sun
But underneath the wooden hull
Her memory does run
For no amount of polish there
removes the darkened stain
her days of sailing in the sun
now clouded by her pain
I wish for her a night so clear
Calm waters for to sail
A happy ending to her tour
would end this depressed tale
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