Maelstrom

"Maelstrom"

Through fiery lakes of Perdition,
dark angels take a final ride.
From ancient time and tradition,
galleons sail on midnight's tide.

The haunted scene of a ghost ship
sails unfurled on skeletal mast.
Silent journey from a sinister slip
tranquil seas so silent and vast.

A sojourn through antiquity's gate,
caught in the maelstrom of a war.
Searching for slain victims of fate
the defeated anguish they bore.

The Dogs of War so viciously mean,
feared by silently brooding soldiers.
Rain washes the battlefield clean,
a final rest for young warriors.

The last and the best have fallen,
be it by gun or by the bomb.
The dead hear the galleon call them
to a place beyond the maelstrom.