Midnight Mirage

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A mystic figure emerges, lost in the bay, Her eyes, like sapphires, deep and wide, Reflect the night's dark, mystic tide. The water's surface, a canvas of night, A fusion of blue and purple light, Her hair, a tangle of seaweed's sway, Dances with the waves, in an underwater way. The darkness whispers secrets, untold, As she rises, a vision, young and old, A guardian of the deep, a mystic soul, Connected to the ocean's heart and role. In this midnight hour, she stands apart, A midnight mirage, a work of art, A fusion of human and sea's dark might, A symbol of transformation, in the silent night.