There once was a man, a holy man, who traveled to the sea.
He beheld its might, its will to fight, and shouted out with glee.
But as darkness came, to end his game, the man shook suddenly.
On that night, a grusome sight, taxed him a priceless fee.
His faith was swayed, a choice he made, an outcast, horribly free.
Sometimes I wonder, "What happened to that holy man who traveled to the sea."
But more importantly,
What came back from the sea, and as I write, approaches me.
