DriftersThe chill of a coast mistDrifters by rockgem
Crept along spines, and brought with it
Unnoticed ill intent-- events and consequences
That the casting of shore stones couldn't foretell,
And warnings in languages that remained encrypted
Were never understood-- much less heeded.
The ships ought have been be flagged in black,
Unaware that they were simply drifting;
Following set charts for the very last time,
In and out of a harbour that was soon to sink
To sail away into myth, legend and folktale,
Rulers of an ocean left with no home port.