Attack the seas

Or sea, to extent of one

Another. They silently witness the

Desolate sands

Winding by the chimes.

A lonely ship

A sailless ship

Comes sailing up these lands

The blue mast, yellow flag

Towering over the greener deck.

But sands, all sands, to come and take

What used to be never theirs.

A ghost steps out

Four legs, or two

Evaporating in the sky

A Baskerville hound would not be enough

To conquer the chimes of Time.

Undelayed and intermittent

It holds its breath for nay

A storm to pick up

Before it died

The tide cannot collapse.

A piercing cold that took

To cracking bones.

Blazing sunlight glaring over

Whatever temptation you couldn’t resist.

The ships will sail, the ships will sail

The sailless ships will sail.

In Time and Death and loss of hope

Here at these Gates of Hell.