In the heart of the night, where the moonlight weeps,
Lies a village by the sea, where no soul sleeps.
Underneath the starless sky, as dark as coal,
Echoes of silence whisper tales untold.

Houses stand like specters, draped in ghostly white,
Their hollow eyes reflecting the absence of light.
The wind sings a mournful song through empty streets,
A symphony of secrets, in every gust it repeats.

The sea, a blackened mirror, under the night's shroud,
Roars with a haunted melody, fierce and loud.
Its waves crash upon the shore with a chilling hiss,
A serenade to the abyss.

In this village by the sea, under the shadow's veil,
The air is thick with stories, each one a chilling tale.
Of love lost, dreams drowned and lives swept away,
In the merciless arms of the bay.

So tread lightly, dear traveler, under the moon's cold gleam,
For things are rarely ever as they may seem.
This village by the sea holds more than you can see,
In its heart, it carries the weight of a tragic sea.

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