A Breath of Foul Perfume

As the ocean sings its misery
Throwing itself upon the shore
In histrionics
Ill fitting its depth and calming hue,
As the sky grows stormy
Dashing fire upon the rocks
Electrifying the sea
While further fillings its depths,
As nature screams her agony
Swallowed up by the noisy night
Rending the air with a whisper
Which would sooner be a scream
A banshee's cry to shatter the firmament,
Stay inside
Safely locked away
Only ill befalls those
Who dare to stalk the steps
Of insanity.