Jagged

The ancient jagged rocks stand, like black sentinels along the waterside, Protecting the land from the continuous raging tide. They are perpetually black, either slicked with water or as a sharp silhouette against a blue crystal sky. They dominate everything and are especially feared by every mariner that make their slow way by. On their landward faces they offer protection from the wind, And creatures shelter there, in a place where peace is so hard to find. The tops are sharpened points, that seem to reach right up to the clouds, The only sounds are the wind, the sea and the gulls screeching out loud. These sounds are never ending they go on for eternity, The sentinels just ignore it all and stand there protecting everything from the everlasting sea.