Of beats and beasts

The great, deathless beasts from the depths
are silently laying beneath
of the great masses of the oceans timeless weight
in eternal sleep. (Oh' all those colorful beauties.)
Chained tightly to the sins of this world of men
ever since of the purest of beginnings.
They are being kept hidden from the mankind
as a simple human always might see
itself as a predator
instead of a prey.

So if my dreams have been swimming underneath that all:
underneath of the land of invisible beasts
it's time to wake up the ancient ones.
(Finally smile).

To shake the hopes and the once hidden dreams
- to stop the wild achings
and be finally able to breath the air instead of water.
To fall in love with my brand new babysteps
and drop rest of my scales into the ocean.

See, my heart is much deeper than the Marianas Trench.
Full of magical wonders and beats.

Never forget the beasts, since once they're awake 
they are always hunting, always hungry for more.