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They dance along the shore,

commanding my attention.

It tells the tales of fishers lost,

while seeking out redemption.

It slaps the shore angrily

If I dare to look away.

The cresting waves beckon me

to never want to stray.

For though they may

Look peaceful now.

They could drown a man easily

and not remember how.

So I watch these solemn

dancing waves that I called forth.

and turn my head to the horizon.

the sun setting in the north.

I watch as it lifts up,

making surfers sail.

I watch its gentle nature,

as it silences a child's wail.

I've seen the water kill someone,

it drowned him down below.

I've seen its beauty in the setting sun,

when the water starts to glow.

Oh this sullen mistress.

that drags men to their death.

She holds them close to her bosom,

as they breathe their last breath.

This gentle, angry, bewitching blue,

that turns men into slaves.

Has captured me, and enraptured me,

with its Cresting Waves.