Ekphrastic

The sea rises

as the heavens watch

a wave of bitterness and regret.

Ships once filled with hearty sailors

are now abandoned to the sea.

A shadow falls

upon the once grand mountain,

as the sea begins to creep ever closer.

The skies are dark

from the seas mighty stature.

If the wave were a man,

He would be beyond measure.

He would command a whole room’s attention.

But alas, the sea is not a man.

He does not overwhelm with charisma,

He only rules with fear,

with a wave of destruction.