She had black armor and a silver tank, ready and trained to hit bottom

To fight Past the regimented schools of ideology.

Tour through the bends, losing color and light, slowly descend

She had to regulate and equalize while,

the citified claws of an alligator,

scratched the grates in the sewers heading outbound.

The serenade echoed across the pond, leaving submarines dismantled.

On the bottom floor, the action had settled without an ex-date, preserved with lack of graceful O.

The silt covered carcass, slat after slat, sat in conference.

The mermaid gave the eulogy to lay her to rest, however she did best,

She told her tale with the original tramp stamp on the stern of folklore assuredness.

She dove to battle for the belly of her sister soul,

a rescue from pirates drunk with pleasure.

She popped the cork and climbed a pearled string of delusion

seeking a level of clarity,

As the bubbles popped one by one,

she realized it had all come unstrung.

She breathed out to live, and found the treasure of Endurance.