Kingdom by the windswept sea

Upon a windswept kingdom by the sea, Where cliffs, like ebon titans dreamed eternally, there dwelt a maiden with eyes of frost, her beauty sang, the moon her host. She wed a youthful husband, pale as ancient stars, their vows were whispered, drifting soft. All could hear them, near and far. But then that night a cold grip killed his bride to be. Her family—grim in mourning, gave a cold decree—They did steal her in a coffin shell, to sleep beside the sea. They laid her in that hollow earth where salted waters be. Her lover, gaunt and ravaged by a grief he could't sell. He wandered through midnight fog where a sea-cave he did dwell. He heard her name in every wave, in every stormy cry, till moon and mind alike dissolved and whispered him to die. He knelt before her marble tomb, beside a crooning tide, within the sea-cave he pressed his brow to weeping stone where lay his lovely bride. From crumbling cliffs the cold stars watched agleam—He waited for her shadow arms to hold him in dream. And so the kingdom, lost in sorrow by by the sea, where madness courts the dead ones in silent revelry. For none may mourn beside the waves nor love the moonlit sand without being reminded of the young couple's weddingband.