The Call Of The Void

I stand

Feet sinking into cool sand

Sticky salt air caressing my skin

Billowing hair in a flurry of wind

I stare

Out into onyx dark night

The scene only illuminated by full pale moonlight

The oracles eye, wide open

Inky waters churning

A soft whisper

A call

A beckoning

I strip myself bare

Let my skin breathe

Let my soul feel

The call of the void

Is now a ringing in my ears

A shaking, quaking in my soul

I wade out into the pitch black sea

First to my ankles, my knees, my hips

Until the Stygian void raises up to my neck

No fear for what monsters may lurk beneath in the dark rough waters

For the most terrifying monsters already dwell within