Drowned Coast

One of the things about wickedness
Is that it radiates its own waves,
Like a type of negative lighthouse

Highlighting inky darkness in all
The brighter waves lapping at its shore.
Those who blow too close to wickedness,

Meaning to overwhelm it, dash it
From its bleak, stony promontory
In a great storm of foaming brilliance,

Crash and find themselves knocked back, exposed
For their own reflective wickedness,
Those shadows in their determined depths.

Wickedness illustrates the little
Sins of everyone confronting it.