Dusk simmers and comes in like a hymn
like a long final sigh, like the tide in fact
it surrounds the wharf's great church a shadow trap
rising sea imitating the darkening skies
afternoon cloud to obscure the rumour once believed a lie
something from within the depths of the bay stirs a sailor's frown
unnatural deep ripples and waves hit the oyster coated walls of the town
A large moving shadow glides through the water toward the tidal blocks
shrinking to the size of a man and appearing as such on their rocks
As natural as a tourist the figure made it's way into the warm alley
to mingle with the travellers and vagabonds his hunger swelling
during the bright days remaining in his deep sea dwelling
shapeshifting and ancient a collusus under the waves
on land just a simple man, never ending craving
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