The kraken sits over the ocean

Strangling every fish that swims close

It sits over the sea,

Ever hauntingly,

Leaving every fish feeling morose,

And the tides always in torpid motion.

The shark swims forward unending

All of its time, it’s spending

Swimming forward with no mending

Of its torn fin

That keeps pretending

It isn’t worn thin.

The minnows all group together

And any storm they weather

Their travels all the same,

None change their game,

they dodge their life flame’s snuffer

Still in that horrid crowd, they suffer.

And so, locked under those tentacles

The Sealife suffers from the rule

Of their tyrant, their eternal damnation

Even though no sin, no pentacles

About them, no deed so cruel

To deserve this stagnation.