A roar of thunder,
Reverberates across the dewy sand.
The old cottage trembles,
Swaying with the waves.
The vast area of greyness,
Reflecting on the crimson stained floor.
Cracked windows and mirrors,
Masking the events of before.
When joy soulfully rested here,
When the skies were gaiety,
When the ripples of the ocean kissed the rocks,
When the shards of glass were together,
When the wind chimes echoed with the rain.
The mystery of the thatched cottage,
Forever swept away,
As the abyss swallows it whole.
The Abyss.
Eunoia 