Lost to the sea
this bustling town
in all its finery
day by day
all that is left
is crumbling away
and the cliffs hold secrets
of centuries past
generations have trodden
their well-worn paths
Dust and decay
beneath their feet
gravestones falling away
as they search
for treasure,
where an ancient church,
now part of the cliffs,
yields its mysteries.
into the cavernous
mouth of the sea
Legends prevail
of
the night when
a sailor
told a tale
of the sound
of a bell tolling
deep
underground,
many miles from the shore
on
an open sea,
but
where this occurred
none can agree
A museum stands
on a single street
all that's left of the land,
nothing more.
And the tireless waves
still crash to the shore.
In the distance, a priory
ruined and lost
is a symbol of all
that Dunwich has lost 