Three's War

The beach: a three way battlefield and a natural convergent of the ocean, the winds, and the sands. A war that has lasted for eternity.

Surf’s tides rolling in with the invisible 

Tresses of Eos’ hair to guide the enlarged

Cerulean waves arching into the aureolin

Sands who’s diaspora was orchestrated

By the merciless conductor of those

Winds that rule freely over the unopposed

Expanse of sea that is the nursery 

For all tides that were, are, and will be

In a constant struggle combating the 

Loose command of the barren grains

On the beach that forms one of two

Fronts in the war the beach fights

The first against the water, the second

Against Anemoi and his quartered self

A natural, triune battlefield that has

Existed since the whims of creation

Created non-existent aromas in the 

Senses of the one who is the all-father

For He is the one who set in place 

The war that surpasses time everlasting

Counting of the granules on the coast