The Ghostship

Lichen undead and rotten
Sordid Ghostship all but forgotten
A twisted metallic tale of better times
A machination visceral divine

Oh hallowed vessel
embellished with rust and dent
Canons of better times be cruel

Flock thy peons
Shepard they who always stayed
Wandering lost with purpose
Amongst skies peirced by spears

This land of times of lore
When man built cities adored
Us the pinnacle of this dream
Where now in rot is its gleam

City of delicate sprawl
No man foresaw its fall
Now forever lie in death
This pitiful final breath

Sordid Ghostship all but forgotten
Embellished with rust and dent
Shepard they who always stayed
When man built cities adored
no man foresaw its fall
Cannons of better times be cruel
Amongst skies peirced by spears
Where now in rot is it's gleam
This pitiful final breath
Now forever lie in death