Darkness by the sea, the moon’s silver light cast a glow on the restless waves,
Revealing the shadowed abyss where lay buried the deep ocean caves.
A lighthouse stood as a lone sentinel, its beam weak and frail,
Battling against the overwhelming, vast night and the whispering gale.
The sea breathed out ancient secrets from chasms far below,
Where creatures long forgotten in shadowy depths did grow.
They muttered of shipwrecks, of sailors who were long lost,
Of pacts with sinister devils and the terrible, heavy cost.
On storm-laden nights when the sky split violently with blinding light,
The sea revealed its raw fury, its boundless power, its dreadful might.
Waves crashed like thunderous roars, tearing relentlessly at the shore,
Unveiling the skeletal remains of the drowned, surfacing once more.
A spectral figure emerged from the mist-laden, eerie gloom,
A sailor, long dead, had risen from his long-forgotten doom.
His eyes, hollow sockets, reflected the cold moon’s pale gleam,
His voice was a chilling whisper, a wraith’s unsettling dream.
His spectral voice softly sighed a warning of the sea’s haunting call,
Luring with deceptive beauty that belied its darkened lies.
He followed its siren song, its glittering promise of gold,
Now he wandered the edges of its shores, his mournful story retold.
The darkness by the sea held memories deeply steeped,
Of lives that were taken, of secrets that silently seeped.
Each wave was a haunting whisper, each tide was a sorrowful tear,
From the restless souls of the lost who lingered far too near.
Such were the dark tales that the vast ocean did keep,
Of the restless spirits who wandered, of those who could not sleep.
For the sea, in its eerie beauty, with its tempestuous glee,
Held a darkness as deep as the abyss of the darkest sea.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
