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Steel beast on the water, forged to defy,
Through the storms of November, under slate-gray skies.
Cargo heavy, hearts of steel,
Sailing through the deep where the spirits kneel.
Winds howl a dirge, the waves rise tall,
No one to answer the captain's call.
The lake's dark grip, a silent decree,
Pulls her down to eternity.
Oh, the Edmund Fitzgerald, lost in the deep,
Echoes of sorrow where the waters weep.
A tale of courage, a fate so dire,
Bound to the lake's cold funeral pyre.
Crewmen's voices lost in the gale,
Prayers swallowed by the storm's cruel wail.
Seventeen fathoms beneath the waves,
Resting now in watery graves.
The lighthouse stood still, its beam couldn't save,
The wind and water conspired, a mariner's grave.
Secrets lie with the wreckage below,
Where time has buried what we'll never know.
Oh, the Edmund Fitzgerald, lost in the deep,
A ghostly hymn the waters keep.
Her bell tolls for those who dared the fight,
Eternal shadows in the cold, dark night.
Steel beast, now broken, your story lives on,
In the whispers of the waves, the mourning song.
Through storm and silence, we remember still,
The Edmund Fitzgerald, and the lake's cruel will.