Beneath the surface of a timeless ocean,
Where light becomes but tales of muted motion,
There echoes a lament in silken slumber,
A chorus of forgotten songs, a rhymed encumber.
The tides bring forth the moon's gentle glance,
Unfolding mysteries in the dance of chance,
Where coral pages turn in salty hymn,
And history whispers its elegy dim.
Unearth the fossilized chorus, breathe
Life to words lost, stranded on shadowed seabed
A realm where rhymes seep into forgotten dreams,
Urging echoes of truth to glisten in moonbeams.
Further into the abyss