You will find no grace in her endless eyes

horrors known pale to her wrath

She decieves with beauty and peace

but her true nature is leagues of destructive


Do not be glamoured with her trick of


for the dangers that lie beneath are swift and


No warmth proceeds from her

No tenderness to be found

She entraps men with her spoils

They are transfixed in her presence

Lying in wait to engulf them with her web

she strikes with no mercy or remorse

Just as swiftly as her horrors unfold

the evidence is lost in the depth of a murky


The dead hear no sound

See no shapes

Smell no more

In the clutches of her arms

The silence comes for them drowning in the

symphony of their own mental panic

~the ocean