The tide

Mystic marauder maketh menace
cacophony crash on its shore
airs of change, sand doeth glisten
ravenous wave wanting more,
pebbles gleam on heavens bed
empty shells aesthetic charm
change seducing idle thought
erosion beckons stealthy harm,
withdrawal wield a woeful wake
distorting fact of former thought
slender mind soon erased
whilst I mourn the battle fought,
    Though boats may lift with rising tide
    this sailor of salient shall not hide