A silent shore, seductive Moon,

a sinister Sea, clouds in the wind,

a shadow lies upon the white sand

 alone.  Stilled on the sparkling

crystals, almost villainous, primeval

and water worn with broken sides.

Once imperturbable, aloft upon white

 shafts of waves, beautiful and bold,

 now ancient and vacant. The old

 sailing ship finds its burial ground

upon a deserted island in the mist

of morning.


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