The fiery devil awoke;
Tore the clouds apart and beat upon the skin of the fatigued.
A concoction of sweat and sea salt.
The heated sand shuffled beneath my bare feet, my sweat raining onto it,
Then gone before I could fully notice.
The seaside looked like a cut and paste wonder.
It came to me as a bit of an oddity;
It felt brimming with sound rather than being hushed.
The tinted shade of blue-green engulfed my thoughts of anticipation.
War was the eradication of our colorless camp,
The cause of this treacherous voyage.
The eloquent waves seemed stiff,
As if the breath of God couldn’t move them. Adrift above demise.
Staring straight into the eyes of the water,
I read more than innocence;
Hints of death.
The coldest of winds beat against