And I lie on a boat at the heart of the ocean,
With my arms wide open, like I always wanted to embrace you when going.
In came the frothy crown of silver,
I see her rise up above, soaring like a scarlet fever.
Like the Snow Queen searching for Aslan, the Pevensies, and the Beavers,
I see her, I see the beauty,
I see how you fell for her and not me.
Close my eyes, I let her consume rather than flee,
The beauty she is, not a flaw, not one,
She falls with grace,
Like a prophecy to be won.
I’m honored to be graced,
Honored to be struck by her endless depths and the moon in her embrace.
Assuming with every moment if I could live her cold breath, or drown into her trench secrets and lay on the ocean bed forever.
As she approaches, a flashback on one screen in my head,
How I’ve built this boat but quit the oar,
Made it this far just to be petrified by this mighty frothy soar.
She consumes the brave and hides the lost,
Just to see who finds them all.
A wise damsel never lets a princess fall,
Yet she drowns her, far into the steep,
As the ocean always chooses her, forever empress of the deep.
