Nippon

A distant face sees
Half illuminated with moonbeams
Premonition
Of forces he won't believe

Morning, arrives
He's at peace
Unscathed from the events of the night

Forty minute drivedown
To the golden sands
Only in books he'd seen

And see he did
More than his fair share
Of tides and destruction

Amidst all the chaos
He stands
As the sun edged wave travels closer

Survives the impact
But the tears cause a flood
As he looks upon the once beautiful seaside
Filled with screaming and blood

As he looks upon the scene from up above
With moisture on his cheeks
He has but a singular thought in his mind
Damn
I've wasted another holiday of mine