Although the sea is pulled by lunar reins,
its servile ebbs conceal its subtle strides
towards a brimming increase of refrains;
a test of tethers with unruly tides.
As icy hills are stoked by metal fumes,
it brings a rhythmic ruse; a rippled grace
of thriving eddies topped by sprightly spumes,
that lead a charge when growing flows retrace.
And while humanity ignores the signs
of battered banks as billows belch and roar,
a steep caress erodes the coastal lines
and razes borders, like a siege of war.
Uprisings of tsunamis stir the straits
and garner fateful sways of ancient scales
till wayward spans cascade at mankind’s gates.
A ceaseless song of simmered spite prevails.
The lands are swallowed by the famished surge
and swept-up crowds are pleading for an ark;
attempting to outlast the pending purge,
yet every moonlit citadel turns dark.
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