A light in the darkness, a beast in the shadows.
The storm brewed under the sea, white caps waving to the sun with a graceful peak slowly surrendering to the shore.
The clouds simply gave texture to the sky, the blue sky, no threat of rain.
There was a light in the darkness, how it glowed, I did not see the beast lurking, nor did I hear his hiss. Wasn't it a melancholy hymn, repeating grace? How that tenderness in your eye spoke of hope… or was it longing for something yet obtained?
"Doesn't love conquer all?" The beast taunted him.
Then under those gentle waves, under that glistening sea, there with the sunlight piercing through the clouds, a distant siren sang, "Glorious life source! Oh what a triumphant symbol."
How could you hold on when the beast pulled you from underneath?
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