The Ship

A ship then sailed
A twilight then rang.
They trusted in the winds
And downed rains unplanned
A lust for treasures known
And never truly had.
A darkness they misused
Disguised and hid their tracks.
They moved through the waters
Slowly and with vigour
Cautiously placed each finger
Mayhem silent and thicker.
The wind took them in its hand
And decided to play a game.
They held on for the love of God.
Distinctly kept calling out His name.
The mist now fogs the view.
Direction and time,both lost out.
They wait and wait to strike again.
There blows just a tiny seed of doubt.