Shake my soul, and it will appear,
the carnage of the fight,
long buried, not long forgotten,
the forsaken lagan.

I carry it with me, quietly,
a constant friend, foe,
the scar of a different time,
a shamed master.

Farewelled from me, and
me from faring well,
a last knife, a final twist,
a freefall from all known.

Now lie silent, now lie derelict,
consume the cold dark,
forget the sun, forget me,
lie abandoned, your just reward.

Your black tentacles reach far,
and for far too long,
a traitorous urchin, silent,
witness to the wreck.

A discordant chord rips through,
a sail whips me,
a bitter taste, a bitter memory,
a master forgetting its shame.

You’ve dipped below the sun,
dipped below all that matters,
all that moves here and there,
on these blue waters.

Now lie silent, now lie derelict,
consume the cold dark,
forget the sun, forget me,
lie abandoned.