Fog spread on the desolate sea
Almost overpowering the air we breathe.
White dust mounds hurled with the mist,
Creating shapes like bodies in a tryst!
Melancholic sounds we hear from afar
As a gauntness sets in, an attacking spar.
With waters reaching the empty beaches;
Leafing into ghost towns into the far reaches!
Unprecedented lunar activity lifts the seas
To new heights and drives the moist breeze.
Envelopes everything in sight,
Its an unknown enemy difficult to fight.
The distant cries leave us perturbed
We needed a tidal wave for it to be heard.
Literally no soul dare tread outside,
For Fear of the worst keep us inside!