¤ The Sovereign of the Surge ¤

Eyes like bioluminescent pearls glowing in the dark.
Wings spanned like expansive sails, dripping with liquid light.
Voice, the crack of a wave against a hollowed cliff.

Through the churning violet clouds she glides,
A titan born of the rising tides.
With scales of sapphire and jagged glass,
She watches the terrestrial tempests pass.

Her breath is the mist of a thousand falls,
Answering when the deep ocean calls.
Where her wings beat, the thunder rolls,
Stirring the salt in the sailors' souls.

When the sky bleeds gray and the rivers rise,
Look for the flicker in her predatory eyes.
For she is the peace and she is the slaughter,
The daughter of storms and the Goddess of water.