F i S h

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,

The ocean smashed,

Against the sea-caves walls,

There you saw me,

Bare, revealed to you,

Your breath hitched,

“What is this monstrosity?” 

 

Pity,

The first that you feel,

You scoured for libretto,

Despite my parsimonious echo,

Provoke!

So I would behest,

Against your spiel,

 

Aeons ago,

I was submerged,

Deep under by my maker,

I remember,

Writhing in agony,

Into a critter I morphed,

 

I despised my master,

The Grandiose,

Spiteful revenge followed through,

I shall wreck and carve,

The Deep Blue realm,

With clamored dominion,

The realm is mine,

In the midst of pandemonium,

The Angelicas appeased it pleas,

“This is odious!

How you foraged,

The evernity of peace!”

“There will be retribution

Our maker The Grandiose,

Will pour into you with his wrath!”

I looked down,

Heh, The Angelicas!

Severed fins!

Scattered flesh!

 

They will be!

None will loom over me,

Tell that to the so-called Grandiose,

Announce! For I have no fear to spare!

Wrath?

What wrath will befall me?

I am the new GRANDIOSE,

Only crowns and jewels will dress me,

Plethora of scions,

My very own legion,

Bow.

“The critter did not listen to us master!”

The Angelicas bemoan,

“Punish, punish, punish” They chanted,

“A curse shall fall” And in unison they sentenced

The sea-beds rumbles,

The waves clashing,

Chaos, rage,

Gnashing teeth of destruction,

Clamored, the execution begins,

The Deep Blue is fallen with curse

There I was,

Here I am,

To you creature,

I am simply,

FISH

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