Watery Halls
By Philip Pompetti
There exists a city, deep beneath the sea
The rooms there are yet reserved
For fools such as me.
The lord of this city, king of bubbles too
Welcomes me with open arms
Into darkened blue.
Escape is not possible, on your descent
Destined for service to him,
Blue Magnificence.
Serving is not the worst–thing for you to try
In his watery kingdom,
To breathe is to die.
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