Tortured rocks sit jagged like fools.
Trying to mock the spray that kills them.
Unmoving skies are making all rules,
Conjuring seas to collapse and attack them.

Howling explosions tell us of deaths,
Rubble and shards with weapons are met.

Alone a faltering cairn disbands,
Holding its brothers ransom on high,
And falls in on itself to make it's own grave,
A handmade grave marks itself to die.

Its memory forgotten by time and decline,
It's entombed bones are safer than mine.

On high the cliff sits eroded and bleeding,
His minions have fallen, He's left to his wounds.
A retreating sea mocks its beating,
And waits until night to send it to doom.

Inhaling waters that drag back the shore,
Sucking me down, I won't breathe anymore.