Who was this beautiful vision that haunted, the shore. She was a mysterous legend, as old as the sea.

She always walks alone, the restless spirit that haunts the shore,
She was once very real, but now dwells in the Land Of Nevermore.
Who is this mysterious woman, who floats in a trance?
All eyes turn to view her, but she gives no one a second glance.
Her long, dark tresses, shimmer in the moonlight,
Her hips sway like a restless tide, she is a goddess of the night.
Her gossamer, flowing gown, strains against her ample breasts.
But beneath creamy skin, a dormant heart rests.
She has had many would be suitors, but rejects all men,
Some say her voice, is like the sighing of the wind.
She seems to emerge from within the ocean swells,
Only the sea knows her secrets, but it never tells.
Her eyes are aqua blue and glow with an eerie light,
Her favorite time to walk, is in the dead of night.
She is the sensual oddity, that makes men sigh and moan,
But she chooses no companion, for the Lady walks alone