Thera - Giant Squid

Listen closely when mountains speak

And skies turn gray like elders

Thera quakes to clear her slate

We will itch her skin no longer

Our island spits in disgust, not enough ships for us

If only we had gills, we may have escaped

Thera will be felt still thousands of years from now

We have her ash in our pores still to this day

Flocks of fire nested upon these homes

Like the hooks we bait, Akrotiri was swallowed

Millennia have passed and we still trip over her ash

Thera will be felt still thousands of years from now

We have her ash in our pores still to this day