Tide of Terror

(shhhhh) Just two hundred yards from safety

Left stranded on a jagged crown

Cold tide rising up slowly

While something shadows me down

I see the beach,

I see the sand

But there is teeth between me and land

In the shallows, the water is red (no,

oh god) In the shallows,

a circle of dread

One deep breath is all that I keep

Under the surface, the king of the deep

Sunlight burns on the high rock

The tide is reclaiming the stone

Twelve hours left on the clock

Facing the giant alone Cold teeth,

sharp steel

Am I just

another meal?

Swim fast, don't look back

Into the black

Just two hundred yards...

(help me...)