Agua viva
Her Royal Blueness, the overseer of Poseidon's ale,
Fluid in her ways, the mother of oceans and seas of the second universe
The apple of Oceanus' eyes, and adorned on her neck, is his heart
Her abode burrows beyond deep, wide enough to bury the horizon
An expanse no perky mortal could traverse
And what appears to be her end, is but another world
Her anger is expressed as a storm and her punishment comes in waves
Her wrath is one you shouldn't seek
For your misery would begin from but a little sting.