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.