Her eyes paused upon the spot,
Her vision fixed on the creature,
Fear had hit her in the face,
Would it be able to reach her.
Its eyes, they look so fierce,
Its body long in length,
Teeth, ready to rip apart,
Against her only strength.
As it guards its territory,
It has sensed her being there,
Plunging through the lonesome dark,
She starts to gasp for air.
It advances sharply on her,
Putting danger on the waves,
Surging for its victim,
Making her underwater grave.
(c) Sarah Louise Winch, July 1996.