Poetry

Asleep amidst the waving reef,

A gleaming figure sinks in grief.

Below, abyssal maw yawns wide,

Of streaks of light wholly denied.

A jolt stirs currents in the deep:

The figure wakes from quiet sleep.

With darkened eyes of fading light,

They sink into eternal night.

Then shadow rushes far above,

 The fins push them in gentle shove.

A beast so large to crush their skull,

Consoles instead as sad eyes dull.

Despite the darkness closing in,

They feel a sense of warmth within,

 As one last bubble slowly slips,

A smile graces cold blue lips.