Leda and the Sea

Did she know at the start what she would lose at the end;
that as the cool blue tide rushed out, it would take with it every grain of
innocence?

Did she know beauty and intelligence were no match for sheer brutality;
that as the sea pinned her helpless, it would swallow her
screams?

Did she know as she sobbed everything – everything – was gone for good;
that as she turned trembling from the sea, it would mock her with its
laughter?

Did she know everything would remain unchanged;
that for all her terrible tomorrows, the sea would still take
innocence?