Restless seas of depth and power,
against barren rocks you shower.
Waves spewing undying life,
turmoil waters herald strife.
White horses ride your wild waves,
foaming above hidden caves.
Ceaseless tossing and pounding,
rhythmic movement resounding.
Day and night, your surges swell,
brooding depths where sailors fell.
Breakers rise, curve, bow and fall
worshipping the Siren's call.
Sly, beckoning passers-by,
hauntingly with wanton cry;
"Come this way and lie with me ...
down in the deepest, dark sea."
Wild, reckless, wind-tumbled hair;
enticing without a care.
Raging torrents cover heads;
passion turns to waterbeds.
Stormy skies go cold and dark—
this is wicked siren's lark.
Eternal writhing motion;
powerful, brutal ocean.
Endless whispers calling me,
softest murmurs, restless sea.
Timeless, tortured, helpless plea,
tireless, constant haunting sea.
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