In the hallows by the sea

ran a lonely boy

Stumbling and distantly

looking for the shore.

Snarl and bite, fearful flight

through the fog and rain.

No more is there sacred peace

upon the broken plain.

Dashing, slicing through the muck

not a chance to rest

puffing out fatigue and fear

from his pounding chest.

Suddenly, fatefully

the chase is now at end.

He runs into a clearer view

and body meets the sand.

Consciousness awakes the boy

not just taste is bland.

Shivering, soaking wet

atop the naked sand.

Raining ceased, fog decreased

out, he looked, to see

an ocean, lifeless as a corpse-

true and loyal be.

Down onto the sand he laid

his head of good intent.

He mumbled praise to start his days

of which his faith was meant.

Up he got, death be not,

limping down the shore

in a lighted wooded realm

none had seen before.