Below this ground
is endless sea,
above us,
endless sky.
But now the veil
is wearing thin
and from the dark
she’ll rise.

Old arcane
that’s left to rot
and Hackjaw’s
near demise,
now,
at last,
she’s coming home,
and from the deep
she’ll rise.

Far away
from sun and sky,
Down here
where shadows reign.
Now her anger’s
found a voice
within the Elder Brain.

She can’t remember
what she’s lost,
or know the price
she’s paid,
For she’s become
the vengeful eye,
Our Ellen Whitebraid.

And you
should be
afraid.

© Katherine Steffeter