The dock creaked precariously underneath Sebastian's feet, although he hardly noticed. The beacon on the lighthouse in the distance disappeared briefly, scanning the mountains beyond before falling again upon him. Something told him he should probably avoid it, but he still did not take his eyes away.
Birds Near the Lake
The moon is rising just opposite
To the water vast.
The light floods by- I'm drawn to it
And every single time it passed,
I feel something within gone,
Swept away like dust,
Without which I can't carry on,
Something is missing, but what?
Cackles from the hellish birds
Are hollow and opaque.
Their ghastly songs are always heard
In the village by the lake.
