A slow drag to the bottom
Wrapped safely in its tentacles
The lovers drowned but not dead
Could only see each other.
Two puppets for an Octopus
With four pairs of arms it played
A silly dance in the depths
Sometimes it gripped too tight.
Ejecting black ink as it flailed
The Octopus never let them go
Feeling it but not seeing it
the ocean was all around them.
Forgetting how to swim 
Though held they were floating
The lovers had long surrendered
The Octopus soon got bored.
With one last mighty squeeze
That turned the lovers blue
Released its grip and slowly swam away.