Beneath the waves where shadows dwell,
Lies a secret kept, a whispered spell.
A ship once proud, now lost to time,
Holds treasures untold in the depths sublime.

Gold coins glimmer, jewels that gleam,
Captured in silence, like a forgotten dream.
A map worn and tattered, with clues in the sand,
Leads brave souls searching, to the ghostly land.

But beware the curse, the legends foretell,
For greed can awaken the spirits from hell.
A dead man’s treasure, a price to be paid,
In the heart of the ocean, where memories fade.

So sail if you dare, but heed this old tale,
For riches may shine, but the danger is real.
In the depths of the sea, where the lost ones roam,
A dead man’s treasure may never be home.
© Nishmitha Kotian