Writer: Raghed Hamza
Editor: Abdallah Sobhi
An old trireme, floating on a wave
Unsure of its past or route
Its masthead glowing in the darkness
A mix of gold and green
Copper starting to rot
The decks eaten viciously
By infestations none can fathom
The ballistae almost plunging to the deep
The mast fallen to the deck
But it remained floating there, untouched
