the Leviathan

If ever my sights
Lay upon the mighty form
Of the dragon from the sea,
I will cower and hold my heart,
Close to me as can be.
And silence all sin from me.
Least he smell my mortality.
I beg of you to follow!
And cower along with me.

For when his eyes lay their sights,
Upon the souls at sea -
So tiny before his length,
Longer than his inhabited seas-
His eyes of emerald sun
Will laugh and turn in glee.

His mouth will open,
No teeth to see.
To far, to wide-
His snout to the sky,
Jaw to deep.

Only the stench of rotten death,
The abyss of rolling night,
The screams of distant pasts,
Will be the winds
That drag us straight to hell.

Finally, thunder for his roar!
He'll close his maw once more.
Harmless he will be,
Smug with his lucky victory
That stole the breath,
The soul from the flesh,
Of the damned lost at sea.
Whose only flaw,
Or so it be,
To be the meal for a beast.