I am but a small shrimp. Beneath the ocean I lay, unwilling to ever crawl. The end is nigh! And so I lay, this rock my grave. Darkness above, a swirl of sea foam which light does not escape. I see no wonders, no splendor - not even a parade. Alone I live, alone I die, alone I watch a figure walk past me, not an espy I crave. Who? Why? I cannot tell. But outstretched their arms go and a sweet melody come flow, "S○n! O' Mr S○n! Please, sh○ne down upon me!" A silly verse is met without recourse. And yet, I have no place to go, so I watch the likely chanteuse dare not despair. Recommence the solo, bringing forth their heart's desire! Days on end, a dozen ever further until so do disperse those cloudy waters, part ways the fickle foam and set forth the shining one! A heavenly moment, my little eyes witness. Gentle rays ballet, caressing their unveiled form. Hair, silver lined by tinge of blue, eyes beholden a luster... Nay! Gaze upon their soul within! Such delineation cannot even begin! Sudden breath escapes my lungs, a fear to be se en overcome. Yet, unnoticed I go as the figure - a she - swims gleefully away. Is it true? Have I gone mad? A chum like no other is just this way. I must proceed ahead! Or this life will be wholly mislead. Scurry along, little pereiopods, down the path less trodden; once enshrouded with foamy storm - 'twas recently undone by this radiant chum O' heavenly Selachii, behold now your corporeal physique; over their shoulder rests a fork of nobility, to which knapsack full of seaweed and rations hang. Emergency rations? Why, a Bloop! An artifact of wars long had. To what journey do you flow, chum I wish to know? Prevailing tales about you, and how you've grown. Joyful, sorrowful, such many a thing; everything about you, from how life came to be. Yet overhead, a shadow now creeps. Silhouette of a foe I dread - Orca, O' foulest beast; like a crack of thunder, tail shatters cliffside asunder. My chum! Lookout! But, words fail to flow - frail little chords taken their final toll. And so, with scrunched up rear, rapid takeoff I go. Flicking towards her hip with haste, collision nearly snaps my carapace. But enough force naught to succeed, as crumbling debris bury us completely. Terror, gasps - chum, don't fret! Not here, not now - my life be yours, instead. Hoist these stones, a ton they weigh; tail caught screaming, your fears allay. Chum, I am here... but please, hurry now. Such force, I reckon, is not meant for mere crustaceans. Ah, indeed snapped in two, my death resounds.
