Sincere is the touch of night.
Gently comforting your soul.
The calm, silent air is soothing.
The moon sparkles, reflecting in the water.
Why is the ocean so mesmerizing?
Is it the lapping waves?
The familiar call of the seagull?
Or the mystery?
What's out there,
In the deep, silent abyss?
Creatures, small and large,
Swimming graceful.
Until the silence is broken,
Once calm waters now rage
Uncontrollably. Lightning strikes.
Thunder echoes.
The screech of a animal,
I wish not to imagine,
Pierces the night sky.
Chaos, torment, destruction.
Death is imminent
The sky turns red.
All hope is lost
The sea churns
Waves crash upon you!
You are sinking,
Falling, slipping.
To your death in the relentless ocean.
Open your eyes.
It's all a dream.
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