On the middle of that quiet floor
sits a fleet of small black ships,... - MORE On the middle of that quiet floor
sits a fleet of small black ships,
square-rigged, sails furled, motionless,
their spars like burned matchsticks.
sits a fleet of small black ships,... - MORE On the middle of that quiet floor
sits a fleet of small black ships,
square-rigged, sails furled, motionless,
their spars like burned matchsticks.

