With scales like midnight, eyes like ancient ice,
Jormuntide emerges, where legends come alive.
No playful swimmer, nor hunter of the deep,
But slumbering giant, secrets the oceans keep.
Through kraken-tangled depths, its form a whispered myth,
Leaving trails of silence, etched on the ocean’s pith.
Its voice, a rumbling echo, through coral castles rings,
A testament to ages, on forgotten, sunken wings.
But beneath the slumber, a wisdom vast and old,
Holds memories of oceans, stories yet untold.
For Jormuntide remembers, the dawn of time’s first tide,
When leviathans ruled, with power deep inside.
So approach with reverence, on currents cold and slow,
Respect the stillness, where forgotten wonders flow.
Offer not capture, but a yearning to explore,
And Jormuntide’s secrets, might rise once more.
With whispers carried on the ocean’s mournful sigh,
It tests your courage, in the depths where shadows lie.
For the leviathan’s trust, isn’t easily claimed,
It seeks a worthy spirit, with passion untamed.
Then, in the dance of moonlight and bioluminescent gleams,
The slumbering giant awakens, from its ancient dreams.
It shares the knowledge, of oceans vast and deep,
Of cycles ever turning, where mysteries sleep.
And as the surface breaks, and sunlight paints the waves,
Jormuntide descends, a memory that saves.
But in your heart, its wisdom will remain,
A whisper of the ocean, whispered through the rain.
So close your eyes, beneath the moonlit tide,
Let Jormuntide’s spirit, forever be your guide.
For in the depths of wonder, where secrets softly gleam,
The leviathan of time, will forever watch your dream.