The Lonely Shore

Down by the lonely shore Beside the twisted tree In the wake of a storm Forming in the darkened sea By the salty shore I sit in silence Wishing I knew more as it gathered its violence Jagged rocks edge the sad sea Like teeth of a beast waiting for me This is a hungry sea But I will not indulge its hunger For its murky depths hold Secrets cold Secrets centuries old The storm's madness is coming In wrathful packs I see it at last The eye of madness, the hurricane Evokes sadness, all the while it came I stand and watch this hollow storm unfold And run home from the lonely shore Holding secrets centuries old