Deep down in the ocean
Where the water is thick and dark
Far below the whale
And far below the shark
Lies there my domain
And my words, friends, must you mark
I am the master of the ocean bed

The fish here all look strange
Some of them have lights
They thrash and swell and burst
If they reach the ocean's heights
And everything is either black
Or palely glowing whites
This world.. that is the ocean bed.

I am the very oldest
Of my bottom dwelling race
Parts of my skin are shredded
Like the finest type of lace
But my children flee in fear
When they see my grizzled face
I am the master of the ocean bed.

Every year's a struggle now
I cannot conquer age
Every day I search for food
A battle I must wage
And at my body's failings
I can do naught but rage
The cycle turns upon the ocean bed

Soon a child will come
And my body she will flay
The fish will have my carcass
For that is nature's way
And I will be no more
But until that final day
I am the master of the ocean bed.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Glacian, in the year 398 AF.