| A blackness comes forth- thick clouds from the North | 
| A serene cemetery atmosphere | 
| Transforms into one of melancholy and drear | 
| The wretched remaining seek shelter ahead | 
| Huddled together, shedding tears for the dead | 
| And ‘midst the silence before that storm | 
| The beginning of this peculiar tale is born | 
| Ravished by infernal winds, hail, and rain | 
| A storm surge generated by a deadly hurricane | 
| Caskets plucked like feathers and swept into the sea | 
| Into a maritime eternity | 
| Charles Francis Coghlan, born in Paris, 1842 | 
| A remarkable actor awaiting his breakthrough | 
| Charles Francis Coghlan moved from Ireland to the United States of America | 
| His charisma would put a spell on you | 
| Talented, handsome, and eccentric | 
| A rising star… reaching far | 
| Rough waves carrying caskets towards another destiny | 
| And most of them sink into the cold blackness of the sea | 
| Yet one coffin keeps floating steadily | 
| Charles Francis Coghlan- rising star, reaching far | 
| Charles Francis Coghlan- rising star, reaching far | 
| Charles Francis Coghlan- rising star, reaching far | 
| Charles Francis Coghlan- rising star, reaching far… | 
| In death | 
| Breath-taking was his play, expressing joy, fear, sorrow, and rage | 
| He collapsed to the floor | 
| And when his applause died down, he truly died on stage | 
| Charles was no more | 
| Day and night dancing and swaying along with the tide | 
| Crushing rogue waves pounding the box of death until it’s out of Sight | 
| Until there’s no more light | 
| Corroded by maritime salts | 
| Submerged into the ocean’s cold | 
| Sinking away from the circling sharks | 
| Pulled down into the dark | 
| Charles Francis Coffin- rising star, reaching far | 
| Charles Francis Coffin- rising star, reaching far (in death) | 
| Charles Francis Coghlan- rising star, reaching far | 
| Charles Francis Coghlan- rising star, reaching far | 
| In death | 
| (Taken by the wave from its Texan grave | 
| Coghlan’s coffin drifted like a ghost along the American coast | 
| Until 7 years later, after the storm had abated | 
| The casket was found washed ashore on Canadian ground | 
| We are artists for life until the last drop has been shed | 
| And true artists will always perform until their very last breath | 
| Even within the cold and timeless theatres of death) |