The Immortal Jellyfish

She cries because she cannot die,

A carefree life, they deny,

They trick and deceive with basic lies,

They think it passes her young eyes.

Upon the throne, they set her there,

To satisfy greed, to take their share,

To place on her more than one could bear,

To abandon her, without a care.

In total darkness, yet she can see,

The scheme, the lock, and the key,

She grows and knows why! She must be-

Ah! More pain, and now she’s three…

She balls up her tiny fists,

To burn it all down! The wish.

If she weren’t chained down, resist!

Oh, this Immortal Jellyfish.

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Off chance, I learned about Immortal Jellyfish about 9 minutes ago. It was a very brief explanation, but it inspired this short poem. Imagine there was only one Immortal Jellyfish left, and she was made the Queen of the Deep Sea. Not of her own volition, but because the other sea denizens drafted a decree. She was all alone, they said her comfort was a guarantee. She hadn’t the foresight, their wicked plots, she couldn’t see. But if she had known what her life would be like now, she surely wouldn’t have agreed…

Essentially, Immortal Jellyfish don’t "die". When they reach the end of their lifespan, they age backwards until there are back in their infancy and simply restart their life cycle. There is one way to cause this prematurely though, to inflict physical harm/stress upon the jellyfish. It seems that I took that part and ran with it.