Rest in peace

I stood at the side of the ship, running my hand along the rough edge.

The saltiness made me remember the scent of raw flesh.

Atlantica, siren of the waves.

Rose from the waters and whispered my name.

She swam these oceans, hunting meat.

She came alone, approaching the fleet.

Her trident in hand, raised to the sky.

I knew then, I was destined to die.

I looked down at my body, pierced by her spear.

But before I died, I let her hear.

I was coming for her, she’d better lie low.

I’d be back for revenge before the sun’s glow.

I slipped into death, becoming a ghost.

Behold there stood a deathly host.

I stared at myself with a menacing eye.

Now it was Atlantica's turn to die.

I still felt the trident, protruding from my body.

Her death, I would copy.

The air smelled of fresh blood mixed with salt.

The waves were a deep emerald.

I plunged beneath the sea, catching a glimpse.

Of her tail, a reddish tint.

She screamed a celestial scream of death as she looked upon my face.

My hatred and rage set my body ablaze.

I smiled as I pulled the trident from my chest.

And drove it into her own, her eyes closed to rest.

I inhaled the scent of blood, my revenge was now complete.

I was able to finally rest in peace.