Beneath the echoing twilight, the sea spins song, A sonnet swathed in webs of silver dew— Where whispers turn to screams, and screams to Harmonies lost, in the avocado stir of foam.
Listen, at the edge of a world forgotten, The whispers of stars, yearning in celestial void. Beneficial soothing hues curtail the poems Of time, now a treacherous spree of wishes We caught in the undercurrent's silent embrace.
Poised on the brink, serene— Yet the ocean's mouth yawns, a cradle of clashing: Ghastly and enchanting, the night devours light, Splattering shadows like rain in their last fight.