The Cold embrace of Death

The Cold Embrace of Death The hush transports him to another place, where peace and joy are swallowed by regret. The sea allures him to his own disgrace, Akin to earworms feeble to forget The crashing surf now softly breathes her name, and speaks of pledges, secrets still untold. The wind relays his sorrow and his shame, as old bad dreams before his eyes unfold. Again, she slowly lets her body fall, to free her life off fiends that proved too grim. Each small morose detail he can recall as hungry waves below try to reach him. The weeds peep through as tidal waves recede persuading him to join her and concede.