In the mist where shadows weep,
By the craggy cliffs so steep,
Stands a lighthouse, old and gray,
Watching where the wild waves play.
There, amidst the storm and brine,
Lived a maiden, Annaline,
With her dog, a loyal shade,
Roaming where the seagulls strayed.
Hair like night and eyes like seas,
Speaking soft like summer breeze.
Gazing out, her heart would yearn,
Waiting for her love's return.
Once, a sailor, brave and true,
Left her under skies so blue.
"Wait for me," he'd softly said,
Echoes in her heart, not dead.
Years had passed, the sea grew rough,
Annaline, once strong, now gruff.
Kept her vigil, night and morn,
By the sea, so tired, worn.
Her dog, a ghostly sentinel, Stood by her, in sorrow's swell. Eyes that mirrored storms and grief, In their depths, no sign of relief.
Fate, the villain, dark and cruel, Played them all for but a fool. Whispers in the ocean's roar, "Love's lost here, forevermore."
Seasons turned, and tempests raged, On her heart, the war it waged. In the lighthouse, she would weep, Dreams of him in troubled sleep.
One night, a tempest did unfold, Annaline, now brave and bold, Lit the beacon, high and bright, Piercing through the heart of night.
Through the fury, through the dread, Shone the light, a thread of red. Yet her heart sank in despair, For her love was not there.
Morning came with grievous toll, Waves retreated, bells did toll. On the shore, 'neath morning's hue, Lay a jacket, known and true.
Her tears fell, her cries did soar, Over cliffs, o'er the shore. Her dog whimpered, low and quiet, In their grief, the world was silent.
"Fate!" she cried to stormy skies, "Take your prize with heartless lies! Leave me in this wretched state, Cursed to bear this love, this hate!"
In the lighthouse, she resides, Where the ghost of love still hides. Dog beside her, in their keep, Guardians of the sorrow deep.
The sea, it whispers, mournful, lea, Of Annaline and her decree, Where fate's cruel, heartless tease, Left her with the roaring seas.
Beneath the moon, they say she's seen, A specter, sad, of what has been. By the lighthouse, standing tall, Echoing her endless call.
So when you pass by sea's embrace, And the lighthouse in that space, Remember her - the love, the pain, Annaline, in the sea's domain.