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Looking out over the dark waters.

Waves gently caress your boat.

Floating up and down.

Effortlessly sailing across the dark sea.



Stars shine brightly above.

They shine down,

And into your face.

The white and pure light.

It guides your steps.



Even in the darkest night,

There is light.

And even on this sea of black.

Light will show through.



The moon rises.

Its white light ignites the sea.

And your ship sails to it.

You’re lost among the stars.

Not a cloud among the sky.

The light hits the waves,

The most beautiful sight.



Floating in the sea of diamonds.

A sea of light.



You pass under the stars,

A trip among the heavens.

A single cloud crosses the sky.

And for a moment it at goes black.



Covered in the shadow,

As the hand of fog covers you boat.

Your gaze is broken,

And the sea of light,

Darkens once more...



Rain falls,

Light at first,

Then pelts your face.

Wind howls out of the night.

Charging you head on,

As lightning crashes at your side.



Thunder crashes about the clouds,

As your boat crashes about the waves.

You can't see,

As water splashes your face.

The ship rocks and flies among the waves.

Till finally a wave crashes into you,

And you are washed over the side.



You float helpless along,

Amidst stinging rain,

Blistering lighting,

And crashing thunder.



You see lights in the distance,

And use all your energy,

Killing your self,

Fighting the hands of fate,

And make your way toward the ship.

Don't heed the warnings on nature,

And finally touch the cold steel sides.



You climb aboard,

Freezing in the cool wind,

Water dripping down your clothes.

Drenched to the bone,

And frozen to the heart.

It strains to move the blood.



You walk into the first door you see,

A warm cabin.

You notice a chair and fire,

And take no notice to the blood on the walls.

You feel movement behind you,

And as you spin around,

The fist contacts your face,

And you fall to the ground.



Dazed and confused,

You feel blood dripping out of your mouth.

You look up,

Through the haze,

And stare at the man over you.

He seems pleased,

And grabs your face,

And takes you into the bowels of the ship.



Days later,

The coast guard finds your ship.

Yet claims you were washed overboard.

For they don't hear the screams of pain,

That only comes from a man dieing,

In the bottom of an old rusted ship.