Queen of the Salt Throne
Beneath the shelf of turquoise light,
Where silver minnows take their flight,
A daughter of the Nereid line
With hair of kelp and skin of brine,
Once danced within the coral hall
Before she heard the deep sea’s call.
She feared the storm-king’s thunderous hand,
The way he shook the yielding land,
And fled to where the Atlas height
She hid among the cold, dark caves,
Away from Poseidon’s lunging waves.
But Delphinus, with skin of slate,
Slipped through the currents, navigating fate.
With clicking song and gentle eye,
He spoke beneath the watery sky:
"The King is but a hollow shell,
Without the Queen he loves so well."
He promised her the tides to sweep,
The secret keys to all the deep,
A crown of pearls and amber stone,
A seat upon the sapphire throne.
And so she came, with dolphin guide,
To be the mistress of the tide.
Now when the ocean moans and sighs,
It is the breath of her dark eyes.
She tames the stallions of the foam,
And calls the wandering sailors home.
No longer just a nymph of spray,
She rules where light and shadow play.
With crab-claw horns upon her brow,
The wild Atlantic learns to bow.
For though he shakes the trident’s weight,
She is the pulse, the sea's own mate—
The quiet power, the emerald might,
The Lady of the Deep: Amphitrite.
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