In the space of one night's darkness
They have gathered, somehow drawn
To where sand and water meet

To the place where nature mourns

An army of one thousand souls

Moved not by force of law
But by an end of which they dreamt
Returns to wade once more


In the shallows, but a prelude
To the greatest icy depths

Where neither shape nor shadow
Can persist in one who's stepped


Their unseeing eyes surveying
Darkened scenes within their minds
Now blissful, soon will falter

Laying bare what now it hides

Once submerged they may awaken

Briefly grasping moonlit skies
But a crescent moon accompaniment
Merely ushers in the tide


Beneath horizons megalithic
Rays of light's first wonder

Shall reveal an ashen shoreline strewn
With the prints of those pulled under