Mist covers the ocean green
A sheith of death distilled
A storm has passed
And peace at last
After the waves hath filled

Still slimy are the rocks below
And shiny in the sun
The grass is green
Still in the scene
The beginning has begun.

And weary are the people then
Who slump down in the shade
Unknowing for
Mystic galore
That rampages the glade.