Duke of the Deep

I dreamed I was king
of a sunken city. I fell,
and saw the lights above me
fade. I turned and looked below,
and saw nothing. I did not fathom
the darkness. The great dark deep
yawned, the infinite fathoms
ready to welcome me home,
embrace me, the man from beyond
the sky, the wayward son, the prodigal one,
and I knew nothing. 
I dreamed I could not see. I could feel
the miles above us drowning the light,
throttling the sun. Miles of darkness,
but I was not blind. Miles
of frigid, unforgiving froth
and we at the bottom. But I was warm.
We wrestled the way wind-whipped waves will,
We nipped like the tide will the shore.
I dreamt of stars. Bioluminescence
filled up the deep. I did not need
my eyes to see my sunken throne.
with that darkness as my mantle, with
all that nothing as my crown.