Tragedy

On deserted beach we chose to lie
All nestled on soft golden sand
The moon was high the beach was dry
The friendly cliffs to hand.

Deep our slumber, sweet our dreams
Till hurricane through our sleeping thrust
Dissecting beach with raging streams
Made mud baths of the dust

Escape I did the jaws of death
To cliffs I made the leap
My love she drew he final breath
Forever now asleep.