It comes in the night.
It comes to all.
To all who sleep.
To all who lie awake.
It comes on soft wings.
It comes in silence.
I lie and wait.
In trepidation.
In fear.
For it.
I wade in the cold,
Waves up to my waist.
Rocks loom before me,
Victims of the sea.
Honed to perfection,
Faces to the sky.
They stand in silence
As I join their line.
Casualty of war.
Casualty of nature.
Sad.
Alone.
Drifting.
In pieces.
No more music.
Silent forever.
Say a prayer for me.