She rises from the murky deep of her enchanted kelp bed
when vessels slice through stormy waters,
their trepidation torn spirits clinging to wind ravage rigging,
nerves frayed from the constant watery assaults.
Salty tasting prayers plead for mercy to survive the deluge
blood shot, stingy eyes desperately search for any miracle.
Her emerald specter form appears in calming assurance
waving a soothing arm in their direction
until their ships are snarl in talons of seaweed and sucked below
as sprite mother to all marine plants, she makes sure her children are always fed.
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I Loved the calm before the storm
