The Labyrinthine Tides

In the drum of the depths, where shadows hold dominion,
And whispers of kraken drift like ancient smoke,
The pages unfurl, relics of a fluid history,
Sculptor of sirens who chant in fractured prose.

The labyrinth bends, an archipelago of corridor,
Past hulls of forgotten ships weave pathways of dream,
Why do the fish dance when they pass through elysium?
The ocean mind remembers more than it will tell.

Longer than albatross journeys,
Deeper than the caverns of Poseidon’s hall,
Tide-stretched words of a sailor's lament,
Carving epochs in aquamarine to whisper to Aether.