In the depths of the ocean blue,
Lies a city built anew,
Rapture, the utopia of Andrew Ryan,
Where the impossible became the daily grind.

In Bioshock's world, a dystopian tale,
Where morality and ethics pale,
Genetic modification, the source of power,
In this underwater hour.

As Jack, the player takes control,
And navigates through the city's soul,
A world that's both beautiful and bleak,
A place where the mighty and weak meet.

Splicers roam the halls and streets,
Their sanity lost in genetic feats,
Their desperation for ADAM, the currency,
A warning of the city's urgency.

The Little Sisters and their protectors,
The Big Daddies, their only vectors,
A relationship both strange and tragic,
As Jack's moral choices become magic.

Bioshock's story is both dark and profound,
A reflection of humanity's bound,
A game that challenges our beliefs,
And forces us to confront our griefs.

In the end, the player must decide,
Which path to take and which to abide,
For in this underwater city's thrall,
There's no escaping the consequences of it all.

Bioshock, a masterpiece of art,
A game that will forever hold a place in the heart,
Of those who dared to venture down,
And explore the depths of Rapture's crown.