Disturbed
In the pale moonlight,
the moon glitters against
the calm of the ocean.
It used to be picturesque,
peaking during midnight
and cradling sweet unfulfilled dreams.
But tonight, the strokes of the darkness
complement the silence
as the night plots its course.
The sea lies unflustered
but the wind is searing.
My calmness has been crossed.
Watch my wrath.
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