Nautical Melodramatums.

Bleak rubble and ash rained down from the skies...
Darkness covered the Sun, and all their singed eyes.
Only in the passing seconds , did you ever fail to see...
Black marsh falling down to poison Red Sea.

Ions ran rampant through troubled, turquoise waves.
They rode down violet cracks, killing in the name (of)...
White rolling back, gills stopping pulse...
Even the most joyous dolphins ceased to convulse.

Surface was amass in porous corpses...
All laying waste to something's brute forces.
Maybe it was the Death that fell down from overhead...
But we all really know what rendered them dead;

Dark teeth -sharper than sharp- , and eyes of maroon.
Striking fear into every sailor on that salty spatoon...
We talk rarely about it, but he's still out there, I know,
The Leviathan was more than just a storybook foe...