Below the fathoms of the ocean blue
Beyond the tides froth churning brew
Away from the grasp of reaching light
Kelp such green and monstrous height
He lies in the shadows, deep great slumber
Skin deep gray, eyes bright umber
In his sleep the water doth churn
Churning until the fiery burn
Of mankind brings this Earth to demise
Then from the watery depths he shalt rise
But until the day the angels weep
Sleep well beautiful monster of the deep.
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