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Alone, I stood in silent silhouette~

Against twilights play in the heavens set

While the resounding crash of breaking waves~

Brought home the lost voices from watery graves...

Filled with the pain bore on a Banshees scream~

Were the voices of nightmares tore out of dead dreams

That within had been trapped the tormented souls~

From the worst broken bodies riddled with holes...

There were some that I heard like madmen to rave~

Many of them frightened, while others were brave

Some so ironic they sounded amused~

Some finally at peace after life by abused...

Voices so distant as to barely be heard~

Ones taken to moaning forsaken by words

Many were the echos of lovers last sighs~

Some telling the secrets of those telling lies...

Acceptance of spoken in wisdom & grace~

By voices too real to not have a face

While together in anger were others collecting~

Pounding the shores as if answers expecting...

And these were but the first of many to follow~

That by dawns early light, again left me hollow

For not one ever heard was that on I waited~

Thus night after night to return, I was fated...

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