The twisting path down the jagged cliffs has not been taken in ages,
hushed fables murmur of a voice that lures hearts beneath the silent waves.
Twilit stars blink through thick fog, the moon rests heavy over
restless waters, where mermaid's lament rises, hanging like lace in the air.
Legends among villagers swaddle the embers of disbelief,
"Dare to grasp her spectral echo, and lose the compass of your soul."