Look!
To the sea and the shattering waves,
To the sand and the shivering wind,
Watch the man march,
To the beat of the tide.
Look!
At his half stare,
At his folded hearing horn,
At his swaying stomps,
At his dripping skin,
To his metal face,
To his barbed shield.
Look!
One two three four,
He lifts his cracked hand to his head,
One two three four,
He turns movelessly
One two three four,
He adjusts the empty air.
Look?
Where is he?
If not here,
Where is his shore?
He falls to the floor,
Fighting gone and done,
What rumbled his shaky storm?
What made his frightening form?
He screams no more
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 12:48 PM UTC
Look!
To the sea and the shattering waves,
To the sand and the shivering wind,
Watch the man march,
To the beat of the tide.
Look!
At his half stare,
At his folded hearing horn,
At his swaying stomps,
At his dripping skin,
To his metal face,
To his barbed shield.
Look!
One two three four,
He lifts his cracked hand to his head,
One two three four,
He turns movelessly
One two three four,
He adjusts the empty air.
Look?
Where is he?
If not here,
Where is his shore?
He falls to the floor,
Fighting gone and done,
What rumbled his shaky storm?
What made his frightening form?
He screams no more