In the Darkest Deep

Be not afraid of whirlpools,
of strong winds, and murky waves.
Fear the creature that dwells
in the darkest deep,
the ice-shackled Kraken,
that threatens to surface
and your soul to keep.

With your every stroke
in the cheery water green,
it stirs in its slumber,
veins on its eyes’ centuries-old husks
that its sight cumber
crack and open gleaming red
wounds that see
the surface of the moribund sea.

It breathes and floats,
free in a jet of bubbles
that ripple the surface.
You laugh and splash
a smile cracks your face,
and It is wide awake,
husks gone, bloodshot eyes
aimed at your shimmering shadow.

You wave at the camera,
somewhere on the shore,
the rain of droplets
dew on your nape.
It hurtles at the surface
toothless mouth agape.
Green water turns black,
then white.
You scream.

© 2017 Erna G. – All Rights Reserved

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