Omniscient Shores

The water is so tempting now as the wind blows ashore, All these haunting apparitions I've dreamt them all before. This sand has turned to ash and the sea is now a shade of red, An island to the north an exiled home to the dead. With burning feet I fall at the mercy of all those who weep, A constant call for resolution and their guilt forever shall they keep. With knees in the ocean I beg to a god no longer there, For I am their master now like him, I bother not to care. One day they shall see the world through our eyes, My fear is my absolution to all their pitiful cries. Gazing towards the sky in the realms within our dreams, The master of these puppets and I control the seams.