With scales like embers, where molten seaweed sways,
Kelpsea Ignis rises, in a volcanic haze.
No lulling siren, content in ocean’s deep,
But fiery enchantress, secrets the oceans keep.
Through hydrothermal vents, her form a fiery sprite,
Leaving trails of bubbles, where darkness turns to light.
Her voice, a magma’s whisper, on steamy currents rings,
A testament to battles, on forgotten, fiery wings.
But beneath the fury, a spirit old and wise,
Knows the dance of elements, where balance never dies.
For Kelpsea Ignis remembers, the pact of ancient fire,
To guard the ocean’s depths, with an ever-burning pyre.
So approach with caution, near the lava’s molten flow,
Respect the clash of forces, where extremes meet and grow.
Offer not control, but understanding’s plea,
To learn the harmony, of fire and the wild sea.
Then, in the dance of flames and geysers boiling plume,
Ignis’ fury unveils, what little cost can redeem.
She shares the secrets, of balance hard-won,
Where fire and song unite, beneath the setting sun.
And as the tremors cease, and smoke paints skies anew,
Kelpsea descends, a legend whispered true.
But in your heart, her power will remain,
A reminder of balance, whispered through the rain.
So raise your gaze, when fire meets coral bright,
Let Kelpsea Ignis, forever be your guide.
For in the depths of wonder, where extremes collide,
The fiery siren’s spirit, forever watches your side.