Falling into the dark icy deep, engulfed in the bosom of a cold crushing sleep. Wrapped up so tight within a trembling embrace, a chilling kiss on your startled face. The light from above fades slowly from view as the writhing waters welcome you... to their icy womb; such a desolate tomb. And as colour fades, the dark grows so deep, as you silently slip into a long somber sleep. Leaving behind you a life and a love, a realisation of loss up above. To fight is now futile, for there is no release. To accept; to welcome; embrace the long peace. A shuddering panic as death fills your core, then surrender yourself to this cold hearted whore. And the seas roll on in their solemn advance, welcoming all who dare take the chance. Its cruel icy depths are awash with lost souls, resting, eternal, the buoys bell now tolls. * Written by Darren Scanlon, December 2013 Revised by Darren Scanlon, 13th May 2016. ©2016 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.