| In the space of one night’s darkness |
| They have gathered, somehow drawn |
| To where sand and water meet |
| To the place where nature mourns |
| An army of one thousand souls |
| Moved not by force of law |
| But by an end of which they dreamt |
| Returns to wade once more |
| In the shallows, but a prelude |
| To the greatest icy depths |
| Where neither shape nor shadow |
| Can persist in one who’s stepped |
| Their unseeing eyes surveying |
| Darkened scenes within their minds |
| Now blissful, soon will falter |
| Laying bare what now it hides |
| Once submerged they may awaken |
| Briefly grasping moonlit skies |
| But a crescent moon accompaniment |
| Merely ushers in the tide |
| Beneath horizons megalithic |
| Rays of light’s first wonder |
| Shall reveal an ashen shoreline strewn |
| With the prints of those pulled under |