• The waves beat on the shore,
    pounding an endless rhythm on the rocks.
    The air breezes by, carrying the sweet scent of ocean.
    The glittering crests belie the sea,
    Plunge deeper to find the heart.

    Slumbering deeply, brooding darkly
    The deeps become barren in its shadow.
    Its glance slays those who come too near,
    and roar shatters even the strongest of hearts.
    Hope is released like a feeble glimmer,
    Only to be smothered by its darkness.

    Rising, angered,
    The beast rains its wrath on all,
    All who disturb and cross its path.
    As we watch, unperturbed, collected,
    We will whisper our warning to the wind.
    And let this day be cursed by we who ready to wake the scourge of the sea. . . the Kraken.