In profundities where shadows weave and dance,
An alarm pauses, trapped in a daze.
Her eyes like pearls, a flashing flash,
In the sea’s heart, she makes some meaningful difference.
Cover of kelp outline her smooth skin,
With murmurs of privileged insights the flows turn.
A voice like the tide, both furious and sweet,
Calls mariners lost to the ocean’s pulse.
Legends recount her eerie beauty,
A gatekeeper lost in existence.
With each wave, a story unfurls,
Of old fortunes and dreams untold.
Her chuckling reverberations through coral corridors,
As evening glow flickers and starlight falls.
However, underneath the excellence, a shadow blends,
A yearning profound that eternity obscures.
What ties her here, in this watery burial chamber?
Is it love, lament, or a destined destruction?
The ocean holds her nearby, yet fends her off,
A secret bound in the ebb and influence.
So tune in, dear voyager, when the sea murmurs,
For the secret lady underneath the skies.
She holds up peacefully, an immortal sovereign,
In the profundities of the ocean, where not many have been.
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