IMMERSED

Coralia

The dawn unfurled, a ribbon of rose and gold,
As Coralia, sleek and strong, took her hold
On the reef's edge, her emerald tail a gleam,
Lost in the rhythm of the ocean's dream.

A shoal of silver flashed, a tempting sight,
She chased the shimmer, bathed in morning light.
Unaware, a shadow lurked in the deep,
A woven trap where nightmares creep.

The net, a mesh of death, ensnared her form,
Coralia thrashed, a captive in the storm.
Her scales scraped raw, her fins entangled tight,
Panic surged, eclipsing the morning's light.

She fought with fury, a wild, desperate plea,
Her voice a siren's cry, lost in the sea.
The net held firm, a cruel and binding cage,
As she struggled in vain, her fear and rage.

But Coralia, daughter of the ocean's heart,
Refused to surrender, to be torn apart.
With a surge of power, born of the tide,
She twisted and turned, where the currents hide.

Her tail, a weapon, thrashed with mighty force,
Against the ropes, a relentless course.
Threads snapped and frayed, a glimmer of hope,
As she fought for freedom, her desperate scope.

Then, with a final, desperate, powerful heave,
The net relinquished, granting her reprieve.
Wounded and weary, but finally free,
Coralia surged towards the open sea.

Blood trailed behind, a crimson, watery stain,
But the pain was eclipsed by freedom's refrain.
She swam with purpose, a survivor's grace,
Seeking the comfort of her kindred's embrace.

The ocean depths, a solace and a guide,
Led her back home, where the merfolk reside.
Her pod welcomed her, with songs of relief,
Their love is a balm, easing her grief.

Scars remained, a testament to the fight,
A reminder of the terror that filled the night.
But Coralia, stronger now, with wisdom deep,
Knew the ocean's power, the secrets it would keep.

She would swim again, with caution and with care,
But the spirit of freedom, forever she would bear.
For the ocean's daughter, wild and forever free,
Had faced the darkness, and claimed her destiny.