Submerged Elegy

In the depths, a vision stirs, a maiden fair and pale, Her dress flows like a cloud, her hair a golden gale. Red blooms scatter around her, like tears from above, As she floats, lost in the water, a melancholy love. Her eyes, once bright, now dim, like stars in the night, Reflect the sorrow that haunts her, a heart in plight. The water's dark veil shrouds her, a mysterious disguise, Yet, in her beauty, we see, a tragic, ethereal surprise. In this submerged world, she dances, free and slow, A ghostly waltz, where petals of red roses flow. Her presence whispers secrets, of a tale untold, A story of love, loss, and a heart that's grown cold. The ripples of her dress, like waves on a summer's day, Echo the turmoil, that in her soul does sway. In this still, underwater scene, we see a reflection, Of the beauty and the pain, that in her heart finds inspection.