Gloomy mist hangs over head,
Haunting, not showing the unknown
Surrounding, collapsing over the bodies
Constricting, all the senses
Seeking out what you think is there
Walking over the sand, stepping on every grain
Accustomed to the sensation of being walked on
Damp from the constant cloud around you
Crashing, prowling, the waves seek the prey
Chasing after inocent victims
Once again the Wave is conquered
Sulking back into the depths of the mysterious darkness
Wind blows away the constricting mist
Clarity is acheived, cheers are uttered
As conceited fools we boast
Tripping over our victories, we fall
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