Angel of the Deep
Hidden in plain sight
Shifting sands and waves
Draw in the fools and the brave in equal measure
A creature of beauty and grace
Older than our destructive race
They have outlived so many
Terrible lizards
The days of fairies, unicorns, and wizards
Let us pray to the Lords of the Shallows
And Gods of the Depths
That they remain
When we have breathed our last breath
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Comments (4)
A fine tribute!
Amazing image and wonderful words
This is great. Well done.
Well done.