In a beach during a sunset,
In a house upon that beach,
Stood a hazel-haired man and a woman with emerald sheen,
They were in the kitchen, making something out of food,
Their people smelt the wafting air- "Oh, it smelled so good!"
The yellow beach in orange sunset bordered by sea so blue,
All but a dream within their mind's eye. the stoic pair knew.

The waves then thrashed upon the rocks,
They'd appeared out of thin air,
The night began to settle in,
As the rocks eroded, laid bare.

A Sea Serpent so humongous, appeared right then on tune,
Sucked in the house, beach and sunset at the behest of the moon,
The full moon had felt annoyed at happiness so rare,
So it slighted their dream through the Serpent- "How could they have dared!"

A tale of dreams drowned by tidal tail, yes it might be a tale of comeuppance,
But even in the belly of the beast, light shines through;
as we've seen from Gepetto's persistence.

So dare ahoy- do visit us sometime within the Serpent's maw,
For a cup of coffee or a cup of tea,
The water's a boiling even now.

Binary Prophecy