The thick fog rolled in,
with the sound of crashing waves,
and the bell that rang.
The rocks took the ships,
with little to do but drown,
as the ship went down.
The music rang out,
across the harbours waters,
and a lone voice sang.
I scribbled a note,
and left it in a notebook,
twenty years ago,
The paper cut deep,
and she let the blood drip down,
across its whiteness.,
