Eyes of The Baltic

In the hush of a Baltic night

A grim forecast this blight

it stands so tall

A shadowy figure within the hall

Its eyes, unseen, burn with a glare

A presence felt, an icy stare

Wind howls through ancient trees

Carrying whispers on ghostly breeze

The moon, a pallid, distant light,

Struggles to pierce the endless night

Silent footsteps, echoing faint,

Whispering fears that words can’t paint

An aura thick with dread and gloom,

A phantom lurking in the room

Cold chills crawl up the spine

Time itself seems to decline.

An unseen threat, a creeping dread

A dark enigma, born of the dead


Heartbeats pound like a distant drum

In the silence, a sinister hum

Every corner, shadows blend,

A nightmarish terror without end

The Baltic seas, wild and fierce

Mirror the horror, cold and terse

A relentless chill grips the soul,

As the dark figure claims its toll