A dream rises from the sea,


    rolling through the hollow dark,


    the surging, crashing tide,


    as rain pours from the sky,


    the waves rear on cliffs of night,


    crashing against the infinite.


    Wind and rain, storm and surge,


    the plunder of shores and ships,


    now seeking


    new prey on tideless coasts,


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    as the sounds of night


    are muted by its passing.


    A dark, malicious and monstrous music,


    spun in limbo from hellish dreams,


    a dissonance, primordial and supreme,


    creation''s original guise-


    formless, heedless, dreamless


    a thundercloud, blown by billowing winds,


    wreaking havoc


    upon the innocent earth.