I stood on Castle Hill,

Gazing at the tide washing in.

Leaving no corner untouched,

It overwhelmed and engulfed,

Bullying the light away and

Filling the vacated space.

 

I knelt on Castle Hill,

Refocused my eyes

To search for signs of life.

Fireflies and glow-worms drifted

In the flow like departing flotsam,

Distancing themselves in hushed escape.

 

I climbed the tower at Castle Hill,

Scanning the horizon for ships,

Possible saviours of the drowning masses.

Salvation appeared futile,

No hope of deliverance and

My sight was lost to briny tears.

 

I wept on Castle Hill,

Encircled island of humanity,

Overcome by isolation,

Fumbling in the dark to

Reassemble my senses.

Praying for the flame of dawn.