The MerQueen

The MerQueen, queen of the deep,

Monarch of coral-made throne,

Reigns from her fortified keep,

Built on stone and Fomor bone.

She bids lost souls to find her,

And strains them through her baleen,

The Tyre mollusks all mind her,

Charybdis calls her Queen.

The MerQueen, queen of abyss,

Monarch of seafloor so vast,

Reigns with clammy cold kiss,

All who go before the mast,

Risk becoming her vassals,

Death Knell toll and billows roll,

Dine upon pearls and mussels,

Gain the world but lose your soul.