In Salem town where secrets sleep,
The witches rise and the spirits creep.
Sails unfurl on a moonlit tide,
Beware the night, no place to hide.
Beneath Salem's moon, where the witches once flew,
Harbor lights glow with a spectral hue.
Ships lost at sea, they now haunt the shore,
With sails of fog and bones below the floor.
At the old tavern, they raise a toast,
To sailors turned spirits, a wandering host.
Witches and ghost ships, under Salem's spell,
Haunted harbors where the sea legends dwell.
Lanterns flicker, the breeze sings with ease,
Sail into the night on those haunted seas.
Down to the docks, where the spirits sing low,
Witches and ghost ships, feel the undertow.
By Gallows Hill, where the trials took place,
The witches still grin with a devilish grace.
But it's the sea that holds the darkest lore,
Of the ghost ship Hesperus, bound for the shore.
Seen through the fog, her crew made of bone,
Leading sailors toward rocks — forever alone.
With the witches' dance, the tide starts to rise,
Salem's magic drifts through the starlit skies.
In the deep of night, you'll hear the call,
From the harbor's edge where spirits fall.
Black Sam Bellamy aboard the Whydah's deck,
While witches stir the storm that drove his ship to wreck.
From Marblehead to Misery Isle,
The waves crash hard with a sinister smile.
Witches and ghost ships, under Salem's spell,
Haunted harbors where the sea legends dwell.
Lanterns flicker, the breeze sings with ease,
Sail into the night on those haunted seas.
Down to the docks, where the spirits sing low,
Witches and ghost ships, feel the undertow.
If you sail into Salem when the fog rolls through,
Beware of the witches and the tides they brew.
Ghost ships drift past with the sailors you fear,
Salem's haunted harbor — tread carefully, dear.