Nightmare

Jealousy and regret 
feelings of this age

Wrinkles above an below 
 result of a furrow’ed brow

Raging storms always come:
Nyx at night and Hpnos in day
Sober in the  mourning yet still
grumpliy amazed

Wonder at the sun and the sea.

Vapor and shadows fill my eye
haps no future to be

Central mthemes and melodies
shadowily and ghostly shades 
dance on the beach whispering under
 the red moon and clash o' the sea.