A Heroes farewell

To the turn of the tide we embrace our muskets. To the turn of the tide we embrace the sea. At the heart felt waves we muster, surrounded by cries of tears unseen. To our brave heroes we bid farewell, betrayed by all but the soulless sea. To the turn of the tide we embrace our hearts, yet the rocks implore the waves that beat. Clashes like thunder as the sea bed gapes, with a bottomless pit and a soul to feed, clashes like thunder as the bleeding sky echoes, raining down with eyes that weep. To the turn of the tide we embrace our loved ones to sleep and dream a thousand dreams. To the turn of the tides we embrace our heroes with an eternity of loneliness in a bottomless sea.