In twilight depths where sunbeams fade
Beneath the kelp’s cathedral shade,
Two armies stirred the ocean bed
With scales of gold and eyes of red.
From western reefs, the Angler host
With lantern-lures like ghostly ghosts,
Came riding in on seahorse steeds
Their banners made of eelgrass reeds.
The eastern tide bore Clownfish bold
In armour trimmed with pearl and gold,
Their war cries echoed through the brine
A bubbling, gurgling battle line.
The sea grew still, the whales withdrew
As silence wrapped the world in blue,
Then coral drums began to pound
And tridents clashed with ringing sound.
The seahorses danced, a swirling storm
Through forests where the anemones swarm,
While jellyfish lit up the gloom
Like chandeliers in Neptune’s room.
A crab battalion charged the flanks
With snapping claws and armoured ranks,
While octopi, in stealthy grace
Struck from shadows, then left no trace.
But just as victory seemed near
A dolphin’s song rang sharp and clear,
A call for peace, a siren’s plea
That rippled through the warring sea.
The fish fell still, their rage undone
By memory of tides long run,
And slowly, fins unclenched their wrath
As moonlight paved a silver path.
So now they meet not to contend,
But share the reef as foe turned friend.
And seahorses, with gentle pride,
Still carry warriors’ side by side.
