You will walk on the summer pavement peppered heavily of crystal powder
I am a child of the sea and I retain the waves of Aegen within my cheeks
How could you have hurted me?
Sovereign of my very own Atlantis?
How could you have washed over my soft hum of mermaid songs?
I am a child of Poseidon
I am the raging tsunami knocking them off their feet
I am of one of the softest element, yes, but mind you, hesitation do not present itself shall I decide otherwise
I'll decay you in my wake, I'll slip your death between waves
I am a child of the calm
Shall I lose myself and cry myself an eighth sea in grief, then you must drown
I am a child of menace with destruction cloaked in deceiving stillness
And I refuse, wholeheartedly, to regress my rage for a mere sailor on the surface
A sailor whom is too above to understand what lays beneath his sinking feet.
