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.