The waves, the mountains, the reckoning, the end The crash, the shatter Our lives are short, time is tenuous Sleep with sweet silence beckoning I am the tides; vicious, unrelenting Serrated shoreline carved out, hollowed, by your hand The cairn, it stands atop the mountains The monolith in rubble at its feet The path is dirt and leafs and sinew sheared from this earthen, lifeless husk By your grace, your divinity