In the depths where shadows creep, Ariel sang the songs of the deep. Her voice a siren’s mournful tune, Beneath the bleak and hollow moon. Her ocean eyes bore silent woe, Seashells whispered tales of old. With each ebb, her secrets bled, A haunted throne of coral red. Dreams of land had turned to dust, In briny waves of cold distrust. Scales of sorrow draped her soul, A kingdom dark, where echoes toll. For every wish she cast ashore, The sea demanded more and more. In murky depths, her heart confined— A queen forgotten by mankind. Yet in her song, rebellion played, A siren’s call that never swayed. She vowed to rise through murk and tide, A shadowed mermaid, misplaced bride.