Page of Cups Spell

Under the sea,
I'm so happy to be!
Nothing can make me feel weighty.
There are no sharks in these waters.
I'm not only a daughter.
I'm not up for the slaughter.
I'm just crafting my creativity.

I dance and play the whole damn day.
I make and shake my body quake.
I don't listen to anyone's rules
because I learn in my own schools.

I revel in the moment
according to what I emote
and to what I devote.
This world's fantastic
as long as I'm elastic;
but it's pretty terrible
if I forget to be bendable.

But, I'm fluid, I'm liquid,
I'm thinking, I'm drinking.
I'm attune to all that's squid.
I'll ink you and maybe sink you
if you push me to my brink, you.

I'm sensitive and squishy,
a little washy with my wishy.
My open heart is always aware
that it's beating and bare.
Inside my guts, my beak's ready to tear;
but, it's a secret that I probably won't share.

My water is so deep
and the friends I keep, unique.
But the cost I pay is steep
if I don't sow what I reap.

I'm a happy surprise if I get what I want,
but if I don't then my misery just might haunt.
I'm quick to cry, laugh, pout or ask why;
but the world's magic that spouts, I can always spy.
I always feel and sometimes weirdly
but mostly can see things endearedly.

Come, play with me, and let's put on a show
that upon our audience we will bestow
a gift that keeps on giving a glow
until everyone's last breath is a blow.

Under the sea,
I'm so happy to be!
My soul's full of wonder and mystery.
My cups I will always see
as full even if they're completely empty.