Beneath the sky of fading light,
Five warbirds soared into the night,
Their compass spun, the world grew strange,
In silent clouds, their paths did change.
The leader's voice, both calm and grim,
Spoke of a world that shifted dim,
"The sea looks wrong, the land has fled,"
Then static roared—no more was said.
A rescue flew to trace the path,
But vanished too, as if in wrath.
No oil, no wing, no flare, no cry—
Just empty waves and endless sky.
Now whispers ride the ocean's breath,
Of ghostly wings and unseen death.
And still the deep keeps what it hides,
Where Flight 19 with shadow rides.
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Brian Otucho (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A ghostly write of an unexplained loss in the Bermuda triangle. This poem reads gallantly and proudly blending into a mournful and haunting ending. Nicely done.
Thank you.
It's a mystery unsolved
A haunting tale of one of the mysterys of the bermuda triangle, which still has its secrets buried, nicely expressed and written
Thank you.
It has a long history of mysterious disappearance of ships and aircraft
You are very welcome
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