At the bottom of the sea--

Where the light would never reach--

Lies a wreck of stone and steel

 Nonexistent to the beach. 

 

Twisted, mangled, gnarled, dead

Lives a damsel never saved. 

A tower large from sight up close

Is small when seen from far away. 

 

Hair in water reaches out.

Tendrils beckon help to come. 

But hair in water has been drowned,

And, thus, this battle's never won. 

 

At the bottom of the sea

Lives a damsel never saved. 

Crushed 'neath mounds of stone and steel. 

Oh, what a scene! Oh, how depraved!

 

If you can't save her, save her hair. 

(Least part of her gets out of there.)