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The Leviathan_

Poetry By: Ian Dawn
Poetry



Just a poem that popped in my head whilst thinking aout the kracken


Submitted:Oct 24, 2012    Reads: 29    Comments: 8    Likes: 7   


From the depths of the ocean floor

Rises a leviathan, writhing, pulsating

Moving like a liquid shadow from lore

The bulk of its size outweighed at times

By the stealth of its subtle shifting form

As it escapes from its watery confines

Cold, seeps from its almost dead heart

Beating only enough for subtle movement

As it snakes a trail, to its unearthly start

The shifting of colour upon a living canvas

The only sign of the monsters growing life

A spark that alludes to the coming madness

The unsuspecting vessel sailing upon the tide

Unwittingly becomes the first feast of a devil

As it allows its prey no place to hide

Screams, in the dead of the blackest night

Confusion and the smell of fear the sustenance

Of this unflinching force of destructive might

And is it makes its way back to the icy depths

From whence it did come

A hundred sailors do take there last long breaths

A vessel lost at sea, with nought a trace found

Of lives lost, never to be seen or convey the tale

Thus ends the story of these souls left unbound.





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