A terror rising from the deep,
A fury that beats like a thousand wings sounding in my blood.
I stand in the darkness shaken and alone,
Peering down from the edge of your shallow depths,
I close my eyes and feel the tempest,
The cataclysmic crashing of the turmoiled waves.
My wings take flight and falter,
Casting me out into the growing despair,
Tossed aside like driftwood,
I break the tide of abandoned hope.
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