Year
Gale winds roaring in a March tempest,
I saw a ghostly galleon ship aglow with St. Elmo's fire-
tossing, pitching in the peaks of periwinkle clouds,
the wind, it roils-ocean in the sky.
I saw a ghostly galleon ship aglow with St. Elmo's fire-
tossing, pitching in the peaks of periwinkle clouds,
the wind, it roils-ocean in the sky.
you have written another epic.
The title itself is extremely clever as is the narrative.
M