He rushes out
And then
Back in again
In a never ending cycle
Of advancement
And retreat

His legions
Are cast by the Moon
Up above
From which he draws
His battle plans
In the sand
Which are just to be washed away
And become drawn a new

The Sun
Above all
Wreak havocs on his desires
Casting his army into the sky
And moving them into far off regions

But the King of Tides collects
And disperses In careful stratagem

Pushing forwards towards his ultimate conquest

To bring down all the mighty Earth
That opposes his reign
And drown it deep within his sea