Blood In The Water

In the depths where shadows weave, Silent whispers begin to grieve, Ripples dance on a moonlit tide, Where secrets dwell and fears reside. Beneath the surface, still and deep, Ancient tales the waters keep, A crimson stain, a fleeting mark, Where echoes linger, cold and stark. A vessel lost, its sails undone, Adrift in darkness, out of sun, What truth lies hidden in the swell? A story woven, a silent bell. Ghostly fish in twilight roam, Through currents winding far from home, Their eyes like lanterns, dimly glow, Reflecting dreams of long ago. The ocean sighs, a weary breath, A cradle soft, yet holding death, For every drop that trickles down, A testament to hopes now drowned. Yet in the depths, life finds a way, With vibrant hues that dare to play, From blood in water, life can rise, A testament beneath the skies. So let the waves embrace the night, For every sorrow hides a light, In depths unseen, new worlds begin, Where loss and beauty intertwine within. The tides may pull, the storms may call, But from the depths, we rise, we fall, In every drop, a story spun, Of battles fought and victories won.