Although the sea is pulled by lunar reins,
Its servile ebbs conceal the subtle strides
Of a fateful force, once nature’s patience wanes,
That tests its tether with unruly tides.
Where frozen hills are stoked by metal fumes,
It brings a rhythmic ruse of turbulent grace,
As thriving swirls are topped by sprightly spumes
That lead a charge, when growing flows retrace.
And while humanity ignores the signs
Of ominous plights, as billows belch and roar,
A steep caress erodes the coastal lines
And razes borders, like a siege of war.
Uprisings of tsunamis stirs the straits
Once swells attain the sways of ancient scales
And wayward spans cascade at mankind’s gates
Where a ceaseless song of simmered spite prevails.
When swept-up crowds are pleading for an ark
And lands are swallowed by the famished surge,
The moonlit sanctuaries turn to dark
To undulate the chains of Gaia’s purge.