Sealife (Poetry)

I dreamed I was the fish-eyed queen
born of strange oceans deep
a coral castle for my home
its riches mine to keep

I swam the murky fathoms down
where rotting shipwrecks lost
in war or victims of a storm
decayed — their graves uncrossed

My seahorse herds were legion — grown
to equal strength and size
of distant landborn equines who
roamed free beneath Earth’s skies

And I rode my realm escorted by
an army finned and scaled
their cold-blooded hearts undaunted
ranks drawn uniformly tailed

Thus we fought the deep’s dark monsters
and we laid salt-dragons low
hence the legends of great battles
in the seas of long ago

Such brave tales were much repeated
sung with gusto in the halls
of my underwater castle
with its living maze of walls

I once drifted through those ramparts
on chill nights wave-filtered green
and gazed down upon vast sleeping shoals
who’d dreamed me for their queen