Beneath a sky where storm clouds reign, A ship contends with the tempest’s strain.

Eerie light casts shadows deep, Where silence holds its breathless keep.

Seagulls’ cries slice through the din, As darkness cloaks the churning brine.
Moonlight’s hint through tumult breaks, A fleeting hope that courage makes.

Waves crest high with foamy might, Near lighthouse glow—a spectral sight. Its eerie
beam cuts through despair, A lonely sentinel’s watchful care.

Rain assaults the wooden deck, While lightning’s fury does not check. A flag in
tatters clings to pole, A symbol of the storm’s harsh toll.

Atop the mast, a sailor’s eyes, Search horizons where danger lies. A ghostly vessel
haunts from afar, Its sails torn like wounds from war.

Upon its hull, a figure clings, Eyes alight with unseen strings. The moon above
distorts in waves, Reflecting souls it could not save.

This landscape grim, where fates collide, A canvas vast where spirits glide. In
nature’s grasp, we find our fears, Amidst the storm that never clears.