The water was dark
And it went forever down,
But you couldn't tell;
The surface was cold and inpenetratable,
Still, as if waiting for time to begin.
Reflecting the surroundings in a way
That made the most mundane seem ethereal,
An entire world, paperthin; a masterpiece
Painted on a napkin.
Everything you heard,
Everything you saw,
Everything you smelled,
Everything you touched,
Tasted,
Was of the world above.
But was it so perfect, underneath?
Or perhaps what lurked below,
What lingered in the depths,
Waiting to leap out and strike
At the slightest disturbance,
Was something horrid.
Something tainted.
Something monstrous.
Something lost.
Something miserable.
Something vile.
Something broken.
Something
Ugly.
