She walks the sands eternal,

that beam with glorious light,

while her pristine outline configures,

the glorious colors of sunsets.

No promise does she give, though,

for night shall fall soon.

And the sea she commands,

turns pitch black with feverish waves,

that claw hungrily for prey.

Her bounty is no treasure, but hearts

left abandoned, in bloody shards

along vast shorelines.

Shadows, red and twisted, seem to wash

out in dim pools...

as Angeline moves on, taking all light 

and life with her.