The Sea of Black Gold
Shimmering black waters, race with the shore.
Dispersing the pink shells as the winds roar.
The gulls are aloft with reckless flight.
And the pebbles shine radiantly with dancing light.
But closer to the sea is closer to death.
The gills are taking their very last breath.
Catastrophe is drawing near.
And the closer it gets, the more they fear.
Misfortune is coming, it's coming fast.
Unfortunately, it's no longer in the past.
A monster is coming, as the people foretold.
A beautiful sea of ugly black gold.