A leviathan of perfect form;
with life and greatness she was born.
Beneath her armored, cobalt scales
her tender heart within now wails.

Holy waters one would claim
had washed her soul of all to blame.
To holy waters now she came,
in hopes to never be the same.

The half-moon lights her silver eyes,
and holds its beams there as she cries.
She is repenting for the sins she's done,
that have damned the love she had for one.

An angel since her day of birth;
her heart now lay upon the earth,
with sin she never meant to make,
that stains her soul and makes it ache.

The rich plates that had formed her hide,
had turned to silk beneath the tide.
She held her stance; you know she tried
to hold her ground; that widowed bride.

Her tears still burned and blurred her sight
but what she saw she knew burned bright.
Beneath the cooling waves of light,
her heart quenched had then stopped to fight.

There she made her solemn rites,
and left that holy pool of light.
Across the tides she now resides
and feels her lover by her side.