Within the sea is where I dwell.
My color cold and grey.
I wait for victims, hidden well,
For the surface is where I prey.
Far below me, an endless pit.
Above me, little light.
This does not bother me, not one bit.
For I do not hunt by sight.
Below the surface I feel the sign,
Vibrations from above.
Still, I wait. Calm and benign.
For hunting prey, I love.
My mark attempts to pass me by.
This will not end so well.
I have forseen its feeble try
To pass me in its shell.
I breach the surface, loud as thunder
To deliver the killing blow
I wrap it tight and tear asunder
My victim was too slow.
To my delight I hear the cries
Of terror. Pain. Despair.
So I end them all, one by one.
This action seems most fair.