We, the children of dusk’s embrace,
weave tales of shimmer in the sand,
as the moon's ethereal secret
sings through the tides' gentle chant.
Beneath the shroud of starlit veil,
whispers linger where seas bewail.
Here lies the ink of the ancients,
written on waves that sway, unseen.
In the silent whirl, beneath foam,
the echoes of forgotten oaths roam.
Cast in shadows, striding lone,
an oracle harks to the salt-laden sigh.
Their cryptic remembrances dance,
pirouetting in the clandestine chance—
a ripple, a whisper, a heartbeat's glance,
scripted by the tides in a whetted trance.