Dimming

I   the water and the wind

pushing difficultly against each other

slamming into the solemn rocks

the world in grey was entirely smothered

and no boat could ever dock

moved by the wind was the water

a deep fog within the dark depths

you could only see maybe half a quarter

of what the sea maybe could've kept

II   the clouds and the sky

the sky demands repentance

for we have done the world wrong

it may hate with resentence

so the thunder will be eternally long.

III   the aftermath, or the night

out of the deep rises the dark above

it takes upon the world and that's enough