Ballad of the Drowned Bell

The Kraken's Lullaby

The fog rolls in on Solomon's shore,

A whisper from the deep, for evermore.

Old Man Tiber swore he heard its chime,

A sunken bell, lost to ancient time.

"It calls the catch," the fishermen would say,

"A bounty from the bay, come what may."

But others knew a colder, darker truth,

A siren's song, stealing youth.

No fish was there, no silver gleam,

Just shadows dancing in a waking dream.

The bell's deep toll, a crushing sound,

As boats were dragged to oozy ground.

So listen close when the fog is deep and grey,

And the ocean calls your name to come and play.

If you hear the Drowned Bell, turn your bow and flee,

Lest you join the chorus beneath the hungry sea.

[Collected from local folklore, Kingsmouth, Solomon Island.]