I am a fly trapped in blue amber -

a butterfly on an indigo wall,

pinned to keep me from moving.

I am alone in the fathomless dark

while the others walk in the light,

away from those who once loved me.

The waves are like ice on this new skin;

these scales cannot protect me,

and thus my heart turns cold.

Murder grows in my heart

and I curse this lot bestowed to me;

why should I suffer while others yet live?

I find another soul near me,

cursed by her unending loyalty

to a father who has abandoned her.

The waves are cool on this skin;

these scales keep me strong

and thus my heart rebels.

She and I are together now,

waiting for others to pass by

so that we may take them with us.

They fear us, and rightly so,

for the sea is our domain

and these men have no power here.

The waves are warm on my skin;

these scales are the jewels of the sea

and thus my heart is free.