Back to Darkness
From the jagged opening of my cave
I see the Atlantic Ocean
washing the orange sentinel.
Fresh growth crowns the head
My small view on the world
For I cannot leave my dark abode
Spellbound by greed, envy
She means to keep me here
for her own amusement.
When strange visitors enter,
I try to make myself known.
I pray for one intrepid adventurer to hear me,
for I can tell them how to set me free.
When the tide is out, my true love walks
From the cave opposite knowing I am here,
she can neither see nor hear me.
My torment doubles
I can no longer make myself known to her
When the tide returns
She must go back to darkness
Until the day comes
When the one standing in my dark space
Hears my voice…