In the wake of Storm Ciara’s fierce roar,
A mystery emerged on Scotland’s shore,
An archaeologist, with eyes keen and bright,
Unearthed a secret hidden from sight.

Beneath the tumultuous waves’ wild dance,
Lay a skeleton, a creature of chance,
Its form shrouded in ancient mystery,
A puzzle waiting for history’s key.

With tools in hand and expert eye,
The archaeologist began to pry,
Piece by piece, the story unfolded,
Of a creature from the depths, once bold.

Bones weathered by time and sea,
Whispered tales of what used to be,
A creature of legend, now brought to light,
In the archaeologist’s determined sight.

As whispers of the find spread wide,
Imaginations soared like the tide,
Speculations swirled, theories abound,
About the creature on Scottish ground.

With meticulous care and scholarly might,
The archaeologist revealed in the light,
A sea creature of ancient lore,
Unveiled on that Scottish shore.

The mystery solved, the puzzle complete,
A tale of the deep now at our feet,
Thanks to the archaeologist’s dedication and skill,
A once-hidden secret the waves couldn’t still.

In the aftermath of Storm Ciara’s fierce blow,
A story of the sea began to show,
And in the heart of Scotland’s ancient land,
A mysterious creature’s tale will forever stand.