Beneath the sea that isn’t wet,
Where blackened suns refuse to set,
A throne of teeth awaits the crowned…
But only those who’ve never drowned.
It speaks in tides not made of water,
In names that burn the tongue to utter.
And every soul who kneels to reign
Must trade their eyes to feel the flame.
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 6:32 AM UTC
Beneath the sea that isn’t wet,
Where blackened suns refuse to set,
A throne of teeth awaits the crowned…
But only those who’ve never drowned.
It speaks in tides not made of water,
In names that burn the tongue to utter.
And every soul who kneels to reign
Must trade their eyes to feel the flame.