He stood by the sea

watching the dark angry clouds roll in

he knew what destruction was to come, and smiled with pleasure

he wanted all of it to perish, cease to exist, wither away from this world 

For he hated it, all of it

drinker of the blackest happiness 

creator of the most wicked 

he smiled

down upon the destruction

but as he saw her 

his Juliet, his beloved, his muse

her...

laying there cold 

something broke

and the tears came, one by one

falling down from his chin into the sea

becoming the sea

and the sea's roars became one with his screams of pain and sorrow

For he was the drinker of the blackest happiness

creator of the most wicked

and he cried

for he was broken