The Sunken Ship

A fish nibbles on the bow,

Its scales shimmering in a glow

So bright that water clears

To show the spears

And tears

Of long-ago battle.

The ship the bow belongs to sits,

Deep in the shallow’s pits

‘Twere dug deep by the blasts

That cast

A haze of smoke in sea-fresh air.

It has such strong hist’ry,

Covered in an air of mist’ry

From which began

The legend and

The story now long told.