Foofles

Honey browned sea otters, dancing in the summer's pools While the civilization abroad mechanize their army Those sea otters, look to us humans, seeing us fools The men launch their warships, over seas, stormy. Under the crisp, cool surface, nothing matters Above the storm ridden sea's, the behemoths fly Flitting in an intricate romance, certainty shatters The half-men storm the coast, cold glints in their eye. Embracing intricately with themselves and the kelp Muzzles shatter, bursts of flame leaping to steel-hearts Their tails entwine, as all the world turns into a yelp Corpses falling back into water, splintered metallic parts.