A Tempest Stirs
Crashing tides, a relentless assault,
Bitter cold winds, a chilling jolt.
Faces slapped by nature's icy hand,
Entities from the deep, a sinister band.
Waves rise with a thunderous might,
Like demons dancing in the pale moonlight.
Each gust of wind, a haunting wail,
As the ocean's grip tightens, a ghostly tale.
In the abyss, dark forms arise,
Silent whispers, echoing demise.
Deep entities with a grip so cold,
Dragging towards a final resting fold.
Salt-laden air, taste of despair,
A struggle against forces, ruthless and unfair.
Yet within the chaos, a defiance stirs,
A resilience against fate as hope recurs.
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