I find myself deep in a sandy trench
Peeking o'er the top and I've found a lovely sight
A seaside at night and stretching for miles!
Ruined castles on distant knolls, an infinte coast,
all tinted bluish by moonlight
Walls of sand at my sides, dark from wetness
Hard and cold as rock to touch
Each freezing gust, skimming sand from the tops
Carried off quietly to the frozen night, one misty layer at a time
Carried off whistling, toward some lonely seabound light
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