Azrael's Aquatic Acre

The pulchritudinous aquatic lair, Of resplendent melancholy depth, A place damaged beyond repair, Teeming of glazed ghosts of death.   Hither and yon an offed world lingers, The alluring charm of the cadaverous expanse, Where bony-ice settles deep in frigid fingers, A bloodless shore of gothic romance.   Eyes burning with a copper glance, Vermilion waves wash over the bare sea-bed, Waking the argenteous sand lance, From their hide-out in death's head.   This oceanic God's acre, Populated by inert remains, Destroying the soul of a ballad- maker, Hang-out of many sins and life- banes.   My languid, crippled stony heart, Floating in this burgundy desert, In fragments shattered into pieces of bloody art, Blown away in a riotous explosion of subvert.