Deep in the trenches where sunlight must die,
Beneath the cold gaze of the ocean's black eye,
Lie shimmering spheres of a terrible grace,
Plucked from the depths of a leviathan's face.
A white, swirling clutch of a tempest unborn,
They pulse with the rage of a giant forlorn.
Keep watch on the glass as the dark tides awake -
For the bottle will tremble and the earth will shake.
Warning: Keep tightly sealed. Do not submerge, lest you call the mother from the deep.
Kraken Eggs Small
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