The Deep

Smoldering rocks

Slowly heaten

By the glow

Of an eastern sun

Whispering winds

Around arousing tides

Of clashing water

Rippling and slashing

As west will set

Winds will change

When water crushes

The cooling stone

When the silver gleam

Reflects upon the sea

No sound

Will be deafening

The silence cries

Pulling you closer

Towards luring deep

In a bone chilling embrace

A soft shadow dances

On the misleading surface

Dark and airy

Similarity is the case

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