THE DEAD AT HEART
by Susanne Leist
Trapped on board a luxury yacht,
where the crew walks the night.
Who knew they can also walk
in the bright daylight?
A luxury yacht sails the ocean.
Aboard are many guests,
Dressed in jewels and ball gowns.
Champagne flows freely.
Music fills the night air.
Bodies fall into the water,
Some are swimming,
And some are not.
Blood trickles into the water,
Covered by the moon’s shadow.
Cries increase in tempo
Until silence sweeps the dark ship.
