I love this topic, and the language is simply wonderful. The rhythm of the piece, however, throws me off. This poem is perfect for a ballad. I can imagine it being sung in the middle of a crowded pub in a seafarer's bar. It's just too perfect. Now, I took it and fiddled with it a little bit, but you don't have to take my word for it. Heck, my word doesn't even matter because you're the poet. However, I couldn't resist tinkering with this little ditty.
How about this??
Down below the murky depths and in the darkest crag,
beyond the shoals of kelp and rock
lies Usura the hag.
Clothed in weed and shell and bone, she weaves her evil spells,
from the hulls of sunken ships,
she summons a watery hell.
She of scaly fin, gill, and grasping tentacle,
Can control a mighty shoal
and drown an arrogant fool.
Like the ships that settle, she, too, ages with the sea
Young always and forever,
from time’s march only she is free.
Copper, silver, gold, diamonds are all thrown to the sea
to escape a watery grave
with her for eternity.
James 'Jimbo Fett ' Inwood replies:
"OMFG! PLAGERIZUM!!!!! WE'RE BEIN' ATTACKED BY BRIGANDS OFF THE COAST OF ING-GER-LUND AAAAAAHHHH!!!! Hehehehe thanks for reading it!"