In waters calm, beneath the sky,
A shadow stirs, unseen, awry.
The beach, so bright with summer cheer,
Holds secrets dark, and born of fear.
The waves conceal a beast so vast,
A silent hunter, swift and fast.
Its fin cuts through the salty foam,
As swimmers stray too far from home.
The town, Amity, thrives unaware,
Till terror strikes, a bite, a tear.
A girl is lost, the water red,
And whispers grow of death and dread.
Chief Brody stands, both strong and torn,
A warning voice the town will scorn.
Yet as the bodies rise and fall,
The ocean\'s depths begin to call.
A grizzled hunter, Quint by name,
Sets forth to end the monster\'s game.
With Hooper, wise with tools and lore,
They sail to settle nature\'s score.
The shark, relentless, hunts them back,
A force of nature, cold and black.
Through waves they fight, through fear and flame,
\'Til man and beast are locked in game.
The final clash, in blood and roar,
The ocean claims its prey once more.
Yet Brody\'s strike, with courage clear,
Ends the reign of the creature\'s fear.
And though the waters now seem still,
The legend of the deep can kill.
For in the heart of every tide,
A primal terror waits to ride.