The Black Tide - Act 1

Sitting on my porch I hear a ruffling scraping sound It's from the direction of the river Near the greened arable grounds I head for my truck In search of this noise so strange As I turn on it's spotlights Is my mind in disarrange For before me crawls It's like a sea of black Choking, suffocating All life in lack In full speed reverse I exit the field My spotlights again capture This black tide yield As I head into town To warn of this black spread It's as if, it knows where I am going As if, my mind it has read The full moon shines down As it beams on this dread This black attack Ebony like threads