Drifting softly in depths beneath
The dark moon beckons to the hollow tide

Echoing to the undertow of seas
Rumbling waves rise as thieves

Beached, brined, and blanketed
Foam bursts and suds simmer way

Up-washed and cast off, birthed, naked upon a barren shore
Graved in a lifeless dismay

Sometimes It hurts to be a shell

- Aden Sevry