Purple jewels glow on the hillside,
cat eyes in the dark
guiding headstrong travellers on
-to the ruins by the sea.

The ghosts that roam the valley
are but shells of times long past
yet their spirits linger still
-to the ruins by the sea.

As the stormy skies rumble and
the tumultuous waves roll,
they mourn the forgotten;
the ruins by the sea.

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