The crows were calling for her.

Telling her to get

AWAY!

Because

It was coming.

But birds had something she couldn't ever have

They could fly away.

She couldn't even run away.

Destiny, it was called.

FATE.

She was half-sunken beneath the bog, beneath the fog,

When she heard it:

A rumbling noise like a thousand horses

Coming at once.

A thousand sea horses

Charging at once.

The Wave was there.

Again.

She could feel the breath of the Ocean on her face,

Storming.

Raging.

She wished she could be that strong

For once.

Please!

The Wave was coming and she couldn't move.

Let me go!

Not until you're done.

She began to taste the salt on her lips.

But she didn't know if the Wave was already kissing her

Or if it was the taste of her own tears, running down her face.

You're mine

Said the Wave, tenderly that time,

Almost like a lover.

I don't want to let you go.

I don't want you to go.

I don't want you to let go.

But,

That,

The girl already knew it.