Leviathan
Walking on the water, do you still fear the serpent underneath?
Dark abyss no farther than the reflective surface at your feet
Mirrored glass covering the Deep, the monster unseen...
Reliquary plundered, scattered remnants of icons, bits of bone...
Jealous, buried under tattered revenants of passions you had known
Dispossessed shades of long ago, pale phantoms remote...
Ascending toward the sunlight, the Beast lifts its head, intent on surfacing...
Pantomime debasement, yet you bask in the glow of complacency...
Genuflect obeisant, such a reflexive service, bloodlessly...
Time, merciless without pity, never sleeps...
(Rimed with the salts of reckoning...)
Tide, pulling inexorably upon the sea...
(Riding the Moon's cold gravity...)
The arrow flown, so alone, headlong towards a target yet unknown
mourns freedom(Ever still at the will of the Archer...)
Every lamb of the flock, abashed and confused head-down on the block
warns bleating proof, finally apprehending the truth:
The shepherd's trust and butcher's lust yield the same sad fruit...
Rising from the shadows, seeking prey along the shallows,
And disdaining the bulwarks of each man's arrogance,
Broaching once again, yet always at hand...
Sent, Divine providence, Leviathan...
Dark abyss no farther than the reflective surface at your feet
Mirrored glass covering the Deep, the monster unseen...
Reliquary plundered, scattered remnants of icons, bits of bone...
Jealous, buried under tattered revenants of passions you had known
Dispossessed shades of long ago, pale phantoms remote...
Ascending toward the sunlight, the Beast lifts its head, intent on surfacing...
Pantomime debasement, yet you bask in the glow of complacency...
Genuflect obeisant, such a reflexive service, bloodlessly...
Time, merciless without pity, never sleeps...
(Rimed with the salts of reckoning...)
Tide, pulling inexorably upon the sea...
(Riding the Moon's cold gravity...)
The arrow flown, so alone, headlong towards a target yet unknown
mourns freedom(Ever still at the will of the Archer...)
Every lamb of the flock, abashed and confused head-down on the block
warns bleating proof, finally apprehending the truth:
The shepherd's trust and butcher's lust yield the same sad fruit...
Rising from the shadows, seeking prey along the shallows,
And disdaining the bulwarks of each man's arrogance,
Broaching once again, yet always at hand...
Sent, Divine providence, Leviathan...
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Writer(s): Warren C Russell
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