Neither Shape Nor Shadow

In the space of one night's darkness

They have gathered, somehow drawn

To where sand and water meet

To the place where nature mourns

An army of one thousand souls

Moved not by force of law

But by an end of which they dreamt

Returns to wade once more

In the shallows, but a prelude

To the greatest icy depths

Where neither shape nor shadow

Can persist in one who's stepped

Their unseeing eyes surveying

Darkened scenes within their minds

Now blissful, soon will falter

Laying bare what now it hides

Once submerged they may awaken

Briefly grasping moonlit skies

But a crescent moon accompaniment

Merely ushers in the tide

Beneath horizons megalithic

Rays of light's first wonder

Shall reveal an ashen shoreline strewn

With the prints of those pulled under