Her.

Alight off in the distance.

So faint, so far, so small,

I see it then I don´t.

The ocean waves roar into the night.

One would blame the moon for such recklessness,

But the sea has just as much danger as it does beauty.

While under the cover of night, she may roar ans destruct all she wants.

For only she has the key to unsolved mysteries and wondrous sight.

The light you see is that of a fisherman who knows the fear hidden below.

He looks not for the sincerity of the sea but that of his ghosts.

For on this very night she has no mercy.

This he knows, and this he observes.

Her recklessness influenced by the watchful wind,

Her mercilessness taken by those with greed,

All is enemy, all is blind.

Her salty scent taunts.

Her dark cover taunts.