Beneath the twilight's eternal loom,
Where shadows dance and secrets bloom,
There lies an ocean, cold and wide,
The cryptic depths will not abide.
In moonlit whispers, the currents weave
Tales of those who dare and leave
The shores of time, the sands of night,
To anchor dreams in ebbing fright.
Dare you tread upon the umbral veils,
Where ghostly echoes tell dark tales?
Follow the path, where none have sung,
To the tide's embrace, that ancient rung.