Disaster in the waters.

Written by: christie mills

I look out to the waters,
And this is what I see.
A blanket made of darkness,
Draped across your body.
Death extending its fingers from shore to shore.
Creatures that once dwelled deep within your heart,
Are being plucked up by each wave.
Being placed upon your brow,
For all the world to see.
The scares upon your face,
bring much empathy.
Your blood was spilled,
And death was certain.
Oh what a tragedy!