"Whispers of the Sea's Enigma"

Amid the waves where secrets dwell,

A realm of tales that softly swell,

The Bermuda's mystique, a siren's call,

A realm where myths entwine and enthrall.

The Triangle's grip, a mystic haze,

Where ships and planes have lost their ways,

In whispers carried on the breeze,

Lives the dance of truth and fantasies.

Flight Nineteen, a squadron's fate,

Vanished within the ocean's gate,

A puzzle formed by sky and tide,

In waters where the lost abide.

Cyclops, a ship of coal and might,

Slipped beyond the veils of night,

And Witchcraft's promise, ever bold,

Sank in secrets yet untold.

But seek the truth with steady mind,

For often myths are intertwined,

Amid the stars and rolling seas,

A human touch, a gentle breeze.

Instruments err, and storms may roar,

And compass needles spin once more,

Yet in the heart of mystery,

Lies nature's law and history.

So ponder well, with open view,

The tales that have endured and grew,

In Bermuda's realm, where facts contend,

Let rationality ascend.

For in the vast and boundless deep,

Where secrets in the shadows keep,

The enigma lingers, ever bright,

A beacon in the shrouded night.