July 10, 2023

In the depths of the dark, dark, sea.

Swam a little boy named Tonlist,

The pride and joy of his mother.

With their family wild and free,

They swam towards the distant mist,

His mother, sister and his brother.

It was a happy, happy, day,

Full of excitement and sweet joy,

Games to play with their family song,

Swimming towards a lovely bay.

Tonlist was a playful young boy,

On such a day what could go wrong?

“There are tales of monsters.” said Mom.

Strange creatures of raging lust, 

Beware, beware of the frightful clang,

Never stray too far from your Mom. 

For these creatures that we can’t trust,

Just remember, what our Elders sang.

After breakfast of mackerel and squid,

He played games with the other boys.

They had fun with bubbles of air.

Tonlist was just a happy kid, 

Despite the plastics and the noise,

A happy kid without a care.

His mother hugged him to her side,

Touching so warmly fin to fin,

Her soft voice echoed in his ear ,

That he was her bliss and her pride.

She dismissed his silliness with a grin,

So glad that he was here and near.

The sun sparkled across the main,

The cool summer sky, a calming blue,

When she felt the pod’s creeping fear,

A dull thumping impending bane,

Louder and louder the banging grew,

A hard wall of sound did appear.

To my side my sweet little boy,

Feeling anxiety and dread,

I know not what this thing can be,

Be brave, be brave my little boy.

Mother, why has the sea turned red?

Why does such noise pollute our sea?

Please leave my side my loving son,

I know not why we hear the cries,

I cannot protect you child, 

Swim my sweet son, escape and run.

All around us our family dies. 

Our entire pod has been defiled.

Mom, I can’t, I won’t leave your side,

What are these creatures on the beach? 

Your hot blood gushes over me,

My love, your life, our lives denied,

Salvation is beyond our reach,

Mom, I am unable to flee.

A searing hot pain slices me deep,

Mom, Mom, why are you so quiet,

Feeling so cold, so cold, so cold. 

The blanket of blood and I sleep,

To sleep and never to grow old.

From a morning of joy and fun,

Warm in a mother’s blessed love,

Beginning of a wonderful life,

Now lying dead under the sun,

Just a body to dispose of

After an orgy with lance and knife.