Steamer of Mort

Steamer of Mort

Through the dense, thick fog
The epithet appeared like a bog,
Moonlit as it was, darkness reigned,
Its outline vague with Stygian light,
The marsh parted aside, giving way for it to abide,
Chugging along, the monster came,
Slicing through the water as if in a smooth lane,
The chugging stopped, all was silent,
Not a creature stirred, it lay like a dark tyrant,
Floating industriously towards shore without drifting a bit to the side,
Creatures of the world turned away and looked for places to hide;
The dreary steamer reached ashore,
Unloaded the plague that lay aboard,
The anchor was raised, the engine was heated,
The steamer of Mort finally departed.

Mahrur, I, wrote this while I was in class 8.