While a  faint  orange glow
Of a  dying  sun
Culminates into  oblivion

Clear Across
Perceive a strip of green,
Or solitary boat
Gliding through the blue.

And gentle lapping
Brings sharp cold

Baroque to Summer's air,
As palaces to peasantry.

Navy waves
    Crashing foam
       Strengthening wind
               Chilling sins

The world slips into darkness.