Forgotten Shores

The tide creeps in, an undulating hymn
that kisses the sand with icy breath, echoing
through the chamber of old whispers
where shadows dance upon the moon-kissed waves.
An eternal lament, a song of the lost,
fading in and out like the heartbeat of the sea.

Here, in these forgotten sands,
a ship's ghostly silhouette lingers,
sails tattered as autumn leaves,
creaking softly like an ancient lullaby.

Listen, and you might hear them,
the murmurs of souls adrift,
tethered to shore by threads of shadow,
seeking solace in the embrace of night.