Shadows of the Abyss

In the depths where light dares not to tread, A silent figure swims, a shadowed thread. Its form is cloaked in mystery and grace, A guardian of the ocean's ancient space. The beams of sunlight pierce the watery veil, A dance of light and shadow, soft and frail. Each ripple tells a story, deep and old, Of secrets hidden where the world is cold. The creature moves with purpose, slow and sure, Its presence felt, yet unseen, like a pure, Unspoken truth that whispers to the soul. A symbol of the unknown, bold and whole. In this vast expanse, where time seems to stall, We find ourselves, reflected in the fall Of light upon the waves, a fleeting grace. For in the depths, we too are in our place. This is the journey, this is the call, To embrace the shadows, to see it all. For in the abyss, we find our own, A mirror of the soul, where we belong.