A dream rises from the sea,

rolling through the hollow dark,

the surging, crashing tide,

as rain pours from the sky,

the waves rear on cliffs of night,

crashing against the infinite.

Wind and rain, storm and surge,

the plunder of shores and ships,

now seeking

new prey on tideless coasts,

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madness, made hoarse with hunger,

as the sounds of night

are muted by its passing.

A dark, malicious and monstrous music,

spun in limbo from hellish dreams,

a dissonance, primordial and supreme,

creation's original guise-

formless, heedless, dreamless

a thundercloud, blown by billowing winds,

wreaking havoc

upon the innocent earth.