Across the sand,
The golden sand,
An abyss stretches out.
Though calm and saphire now, beckoning though they are,
Never trust the turning tide.
When the blanket of night wraps around the sky,
And the claws of darkness rake rhe earth,
The ocean stirs.
When the stormclouds gather,
And the lightning strikes,
The ocean stirs.
Slowly, steadily, it begins to awaken,
Tossing and turning in a frenzy of brine.
Boats overturned, fish swept away,
A death-trap, nothing less.
An uproar, not present before,
Bellowing and roaring,
Fighting the deep rumbling of thunder.
A blue beast, a monstrous creature,
Disguised as a welcoming pool by day.
And, as the uproar and night ends, so does my tale,
And always remember this.
Yes, the ocean is a wonderous creature, but beware its beast form.
NEVER TRUST THE TURNING TIDE.