The heart of the sea shall break evermore,
she rushes to thee along the craggy shore.
A blue so deep, shimmering in an undertow,
Rest in peace she taunts to shipwrecks below.
How cold is she, a heart that feels no pain,
Mighty storms bow to her dictatorial reign.
A waxen moon, her godsend humble guide,
Permeating quicksilver across vast riptide.
Led by a siren the pull so ebbing strong,
Restlessly wandering to catch an illusive song.
Soft silt brushes against her aquatic skin,
Rapturously she awaits phasing to begin.
Within the cold waters is a deep despair
On the briny zephyr a warning to beware
Cast not aspersions to apathetic hearted,
For she hoards a deadmen's chest of fools departed.