Crashing
beneath one’s feet-
A hard hit smashing
as waves complete,
hitting against the sea wall.

Falling so fast,
as the ground will open and fall.
Swallowing at a vast
pace.
Nothing can stop this, no choice
but to compete in the race.

At one point,
higher than heaven itself, a voice
of such reason. Joint
as one.
The king of the crop,
brighter than the sun.

A voice to be reckoned with, stop-
they all would to talk.
An eye
as good as the hawk.

Until a weakness found
a way into this crack,
was always bound
to cause a mistake
that would shake
the inner core.