“The Honeymoon Murder”

Upon the island’s velvet sand, where warm trade winds entwine,  
A sparkling wave betrays no grief, nor secrets left behind.  
Two lovers, draped in wedding white, once wandered, hand in hand—  
A promise whispered by the sea, a gold band on the sand.

Beneath the emerald canopy, with laughter in the air,  
They snapped a frame of sunlit smiles—how tender, unaware.  
Yet night crept close with silent feet, her shadows in pursuit,  
And innocence, when darkness fell, was rendered absolute.

A boat set drifting from the shore, its oars now lost to sleep,  
The constellations blinking down on water cold and deep.  
The vows that once had tethered hearts grew tangled, torn and blurred  
As footsteps vanished in the surf; the moon saw all, unheard.

Now gentle hands lay garlands down, white flowers in the foam,  
While rumors curl like island smoke, and grief is far from home.  
Still lovers come on honeymoon, still stars ignite above,  
The sea recalls what it has seen: both treachery and love.

So walk with care on borrowed sand, and heed the ocean’s tune—  
Some tales are dressed in bridal lace to mask a darker rune.  
Yet hope survives on every wave, sweet promises renewed—  
Where hearts may break, but—still, they dream—where love cannot be rued.

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