Amidst the rolling waves, their voices rise, A haunting melody beneath the moonlit skies. Luring sailors with promises of dreams…
In the moon’s pale glow, they wander the night, Monsters of lore in shadowed delight. Silent whispers in the rustling…
Beneath the ancient, sprawling boughs, we wander, Where whispers of the past in shadows ponder. The Oak of Sherwood stands…
Under the emerald canopy, where whispers of folklore roam, Lives the spirit of Ireland, in every heart and home. With…