Beyond the seawall
Angry waves unfurl

Like sweeping away the leaves
She gives me the silent words

Before the dust quite settles
A thought forms in my fist:
Destroy part of something to keep it

A sensation of time cracking open
The sudden purge of light

Peer up at the blackness thickening
In a series of darkened rooms

But herein lurks another
The one who steals the show
His shadow half a pace ahead

Floating high up in the air,
Racing towards the rocks below