I can see her now, a bright colored cloud,
with wing tipped tails and a hundred foot sail.
Closing fast upon the ocean sand, leaving behind a watered land,
while those aboard cling fast her rail.
Moving swift upon the ocean rift,
while behind her are the signs of a forgotten trail.
Swaying back to her forehead shift,
of a floating coffin searching the nail.
Towering high within the golden sky,
her crew turns a horrid pale.
For they realize now there intent to die,
as faster and faster they bail.
But though it’s known, and continue to try,
for all is not to fail.
We have seen the courage that will exist,
this is the string that ties our wrist,
of which we all must hail.
