The waves have crashed upon the shore –

The salty air hums the song of terror

And announces the storm will knock on the door,

Thus, careful should be the bearer.

The bearer smiles at the delayed warning,

What has been done cannot be undone,

He watches the beautiful sky decorated by the thundering

Bolts and forgets the warmth of the sun.

The night is cold, dark, and uncertain,

But the storm inside rages a fearful calm,

The howling wind destroys the growing pain

For his heart has accepted his fate crushed in the giant’s palm.


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