Crash, crash, crash,
A rhythmic, hypnotizing sound,
Blue glorious waves, pounding the ground
Receding and retreating,
Water forever repeating
A figure, standing lone and tall,
Stares upon the watery all;
Upon the sky, from water his eyes,
Glaring at the navy highs
His sad, crippled eyes
Unthoughtful, all-seeing eyes
A resounding glory, rippled through air,
Surprise! Eyes darting, here and there
Scary, isn't it? That bodiless voice!
"Tell me!" He spoke, "What is the source?"
"WON'T YOU PLEASE, BE AT EASE?"
Spoke the cerulean, foaming seas
Aghast, he stood, basking in shock,
As the water webbed upon the rocks
Back, forth, left and right,
To see, his eyes, painfully tight
The sea, the water, a blue arm sprouted,
Watery, silky, from the shore it mounted
Screaming loudly, hand enclosed on his legs,
From shrieking, he broke down into begs
"O God, oh please, please no, no ease!"
The shifting, watery arm ignored,
dragging him into the endless Seas.