I see sanity replaced
       by the despondency of a hopeless feeling.
Look how the sea is placed;
       only determined ones break the watery ceiling.
A school of fish
       break through, towards the heavenly plain;
communicated their wish,
       made a mockery of by his disdain.
Sent back to the surf
       to watch seashells all turn to dust,
his humble serfs
       wait solemnly as he allows their scales to rust.