The dead who made the shore

Blinded by the rain and fog
Tossed by the wind, adrift

With her sails all torn
The great tall ship
Her tiller shorn

She broke her back
Upon the stone
 
 
Sailors leapt into the sea
And lost their lives, all died

None could make the shore
Their ghosts became
The stuff of lore

They reached the beach
And turned to stone