Beneath the moon’s ethereal glow,
Where silent waters darkly flow,
A vision stirs the briny deep,
Where secrets of the ocean sleep.

In depths where light dares not to creep,
A spectral form begins to seep,
A glowing presence, vast, profound,
An octopus, in mystery bound.

Its tentacles, like ghosts, they sway,
Illuminating night as day,
A haunting beauty, pure, divine,
In darkness, eerily, it shines.

With every move, a soft light blooms,
Dispelling shadows, gloom, and doom,
Its dance, a mesmerizing sight,
A beacon in the bleakest night.

This creature of the deep sea’s heart,
In glowing hues, it sets apart
The boundary ‘twixt our world and dreams,
Where nothing’s ever as it seems.

A haunting vision, yet it gives
A glimpse of where the mystic lives,
In depths below, it roams free,
A glowing octopus, the sea’s decree.

So next you stand by shore’s embrace,
And gaze upon the water’s face,
Remember tales of glowing might,
The octopus that haunts the night.