She is the Angler's flooded candela.
Rotting in polished abalone opposing the currents.
Sheltered by the wretched Leviathan of vilified lore.
Now she is regarded amongst the caprella.
Rhapsodies of calamity shatter the pearl's mantle.
Hippocampi forewarn of the seafoam's ambush.
Preparing for the inevitable euphotic zone's descent,
She is the Angler's flooded candela.
Tumultuous floods cascade over the ruined acropolis.
The aqueducts conceal larimar encrusted scriptures.
All cognition is forcibly devastated by vengeful rapids
Now she is regarded amongst the caprella.
Malformed Scylla hasty to pilfer decaying remains.
Charybdis reckless to crush with its numerous jaws.
Souls pillaged for their misfortune in splendor.
She is the Angler's flooded candela.
Shrouded solely in the fathomless, stygian depths.
Oxygen minimum commences its terminal quest.
She is the Angler's flooded candela.
Now she is regarded amongst the caprella.
This is my first time writing a Villanelle and I'm not quite sure as to how it worked out. I kind of wanted to do a storyline in a way that seems a lot more direct. I used old sailor lore, greek and christian mythology to help create this piece. This poem although was mainly inspired by "Stella was a Diver and she was always down" by Interpol.