Dark Moon Tide

Before the tide came was an ugly time of
Reef and bones and truth,
But the approaches were visible
So the only real way to beach or wreck
Was judgement, or luck,


At Kiwa's mercy.
Where you would sit and wait
For a fish or a bird or small delight,
To provide relief
From the simple fact of the situation.


A dark moon has pulled the tide up
As far as the trees that line the parade.
Incandescence lights the faces of the congregation,
Who's beery cheer and shriek,
Cut the warm night.