11 Jul The Sea Monster

Leviathan of the deep, dragon of grand, grand terror
In the drowned seas is the great serpent of all-high prides
And his breath kindles monsoons, thus he is called storm-bearer
In mists of the seas’ veil as he stirs the tides

His scales forged bronze as in cold plates, a bespoke firm-fit
So the earth’s folds in its depths interweave like such
Is his flesh quickened as stone, forming its mail-like knit
So never he felt blade nor an arrow’s touch

Afraid and sundered a man gazing upon these jaws
For the white glistening fangs, polished and sharp, rend fast
Of his choice victims he finds, grinds with his spines like saws
A creature of deft power unique in caste

Behold his radiant eyes casting as lighthouse lights
In unhinged search for his next prey in the cold waves grey
The unknown horrors his warped soul has concealed from sight
In windows so washed-out of its color spray

Behold but wonder with cruel wonder on wave-crashed shore
The abyss out in the seas lurks from a crush-depth lair
For a beast vision cannot tame and no knowledge moor
Awaits in the far void of the Never-Where