Great Pink Shark

Co-Aurthored Story

Inevitably, the aristocrat resists his final duty
— which is to step aside and vanish into history

Much feared was Phoebe the Great Pink.
but alas she found herself sitting in a little tank. not quite the great throne room she had planned.
Space was less than half it was, in misery she lament her loss.
No pink seaweed to hide behind, from around her the view which irks her mind
The sight of bottom feeders, happily going about their business.
"Good morrow" they greeted her, secretly they mocked her.
She calls out to her minions, desperately seeking reassurance.
but alas they're long gone, like the migrating turtles that's moved on.
the sucker fishes she used to carry, all left seeking the next swollen belly.
be it pink, yellow, soft or hard, care not, so long they too partake in the fresh offered cup.
Gone now the shroud of fear, as memories of her fade and disappear.
those who were happy, let them be happy still,
those who were greedy, let them be greedy still.
But let those who think her gone, soon learn they were wrong, oh so very wrong.
In the dark she bids her time. She'll have them pay for their crime.
plotting her righteous vengeance. on her treacherous turncoat traitor legions