The shorelines basked
In new-found shades
Of scornful, menacing red

A gift
From the thundering morn
Iron-laden
Sulfury, callous, and shrill

How the high winds swore
Brazen and cold
In the throes
Of each death-bound
Pitiful scream

At the fearful weave of men
Through hellish clouds
Risen, in murderous fury

The shorelines gushed
In streams of black
Coursing
Steady,  heartless, and sure

A gift for the tides
Swollen with slaughter
Discolored
By the full bloom
Of mayhem and strife