In the space of one nights darkness They have gathered, somehow drawn To where sand and water meet To the place where nature mourns An army of one thousand souls Moved not by force of law But by an end of which they dreamt Returns to wade once more In the shallows, but a prelude To the greatest icy depths Where neither shape nor shadow Can persist in one whos stepped Their unseeing eyes surveying Darkened scenes within their minds Now blissful, soon will falter Laying bare what now it hides Once submerged they may awaken Briefly grasping moonlit skies But a crescent moon accompaniment Merely ushers in the tide Beneath horizons megalithic Rays of lights first wonder Shall reveal an ashen shoreline strewn With the prints of those pulled under
megalithic, accompaniment, surveying, briefly, unseeing