Good night and all the best from the crew of the Mary Celeste
We will leave a rusting sword
And some food on the table
In the tiniest of hopes
We can create a beautiful fable
Of where we all really went

Did sharks eat our bones under watery undertones
Have cannibals devoured our skins
As a sacrifice to their god
Were we blown away with the winds
Or have aliens whisked to new worlds

History books will ponder over the Mary Celeste and all its wonder
Why or what and where
Did they go and when will the answer be
One day the truth will out
And our minds can finally be free
Theorists will be heroes or crumble into dust

Folklore will imprint our name like stars on the walk of fame
The books will sell forever
Can they really be dead they’ll say
Believe it if you dare
What’s makes a crew leave and go away
We’ll leave you guess a bit longer

Goodnight from the Mary Celeste
Sleep well and think of us always

The man in pale light
Transparent like a hologram
He stood

I blinked

Once

A thousand times

Of seeing the impossible and clear misunderstood

Why are you showing yourselves to me
Is it just cause you think you can
What message are you trying to relay to me
And why

Do I remind of a soul from your day

Do I look

Like a person

You once knew

Is limbo so cold and scary
Do feel you need to speak
Are you sins embedded so acutely
That you exist
A supernatural freak

Where have you gone
Who’s stole you fire
I’m not scared or falling to the floor

I just feel a sense of curiosity

As I turn

And head back home

Morning has reared it head
All birds and hot sweaty sun
I have left the land of the dead
For a moment

Dressed and shaven
Fulfilled with life
Scouring the subtle haven
Of my flat

Papers and toast with butter
Simplicity in its purest form
Words come along in a mutter
As I open my door

Cars and bikes fly past
Noises I am now accustomed to
Evanescent and buoyant to the last
The gate I open slowly

Trees awkwardly blow in the wind
Cracking and swaying in motion
Nature makes me regress and rescind
As I shamble along the street

Children deliriously play in bliss
Unaware that I have emerged
The world I could eagerly kiss
In a heartbeat

Factory gates appear like giants
Corroded and crumbling as one
This is the century for legends and defiants
One day I will be among them too

We remain seated on the blanket
Unaffectionate and empty of love
I offer a cup of Darjeeling
A shake of raven hair is the reply
Tears slowly flow down your porcelain skin
A worm of emotion curls inside me
Friends and foes and lovers and haters
We’ve played them all to the stalls
Now I wish we’d talked together
I long to hear us laugh forever
No more than ships passing have we become
Time hasn’t been a friend to us
It’s left it’s nasty and brutal scars
Grand chasms that our bridges can’t span
Gone is our structure
Dead and buried under ash and smoke
I eat my cake alone as you turn away
How I miss you my perfect English Rose

A light shone into my eyes
Contempt became pity
Guilt replaced hunger
Fear overcame my stride

Whistles slivered into my ears
And nestled amongst my thoughts
We had found you at long last
But a voice inside whispered set them free

I tried to ignore it with strained guile
The seven seas I had travelled
To exact my revenge
Seemed wasted and empty dreams

Cowardice had overcome me
Crept into my bones like ice
Shrouding me like a blanket
Rigid and strong and eternal

Screams and jeers sailed over me
The axe I saw gleaming in the sun
Tears dropped from my closed shivering eyes
Then dark the light then peace

Don’t open the door Mary
Look after those children upstairs
When they cry your name in the night
Cause they will
As you know better than anyone

Don’t open the door Mary
When the man calls out your name
All gentle and soothing
Like a preacher at the altar
But it’s not him

Don’t open the door Mary
Cause hes not the man you knew
Resist the curiosity wriggling inside you
Ignore him calling outside
As he brandishes his knife

Don’t open the door Mary
To the familiar voice you hear
Things have changed inside him
A strangeness has taken over
Now a darkness waits at your door

Don’t open the door Mary
Just sit and wait in your chair
Eat the beautiful chicken resting on the plate
Drink the wine velvet in its glass
And dream on this beautiful evening

Don’t open the door Mary
As he’s banging on the door
Cry into the night if you need to
And let god listen to your head
Let him save your soul tonight

Rambled and shaggy with unkempt features
Dwell the remnants of days gone by
Glorious carriages of red and gold
Litter the fields generously
Unabashed and unwanted
Derided and hated
Cursed in words and scolded by tongue
They stand upright and fight as one
Man for man woman for woman
Protecting what is theirs and what shelters them
By means of trouble or rubble
Trees or fire
Nothing will ever prevail
They are one and one is them
Death will keep them apart