Hamilton Oneshots!

Sea Lullaby {???}

I decided to try something new so take this y e e t

pairing; none

time; modern

warnings; this is actually lowkey scary and... well read with caution pls and don't kill me when it's over--

type of oneshot; angsty?

requested?; nah

this is actually a poem we just read in ELA class. it's 'sea lullaby', written by elinor wylie. again, pls read with caution this is a rather violent poem

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Third Person POV

The old moon is tarnished
With smoke of the flood,
The dead leaves are varnished
With colour like blood,

Ten P.M. An 'empty' beach. The moon could barely shine its glow on the shady sand, blocked by the autumn clouds and fog alike. Trees behind the beach dropped drying red leaves, the signal that autumn was dying and winter was arriving.

A treacherous smiler
With teeth white as milk,
A savage beguiler
In sheathings of silk,

The waves crashed on the shore. They recoiled, leaving white curves of foam. It seemed beautiful; a sight pretty to the beholder. The foam almost looked perfect, charming, silky. Eye-catching, indeed.

The sea creeps to pillage,
She leaps on her prey;
A child of the village
Was murdered today.

Waves almost seemed to be getting closer and closer as they crashed. It was like they were waiting for something- someone. They jumped closer and closer, catching the eye of a small New York child, not much older than seven.

She came up to meet him
In a smooth golden cloak,
She choked him and beat him
To death, for a joke.

Entranced by the waves, the young boy was pulled in. Dreadfully enough, he literally was. The waves were oddly strong for a midnight. Soaring high, crashing strong. He was tossed and pushed under, like a small rag doll. Salt water was choking, waves hurting.

Her bright locks were tangled,
She shouted for joy,
With one hand she strangled
A strong little boy.

All the waves were a mess. Colliding, overlapping, pulling. It was unsettlingly playful, like the waves were happy. But the boy was not. The boy was pulled under, struggling. But he was no match for the sea. The sea was too strong. Waves surrounded him, seeming to strangle him. The salt water took his strength away; his life away.

Now in silence she lingers
Beside him all night
To wash her long fingers
In silvery light.

A few hours passed. One A.M. The waves calmed. They rolled peacefully, hiding something unknown. The sea's waves washed briefly onto the shore, no longer shaded by clouds, but rather, by silvery, glowing moonlight.

"Philip? Philip!"