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 unseenâ¦
Reliquary plundered, scattered remnants of icons, bits of boneâ¦
Jealous, buried under tattered revenants of passions you had known
Dispossessed shades of long ago, pale phantoms remoteâ¦
Ascending toward the sunlight, the Beast lifts its head, intent on surfacing...
Pantomime debasement, yet you bask in the glow of complacencyâ¦
Genuflect obeisant, such a reflexive service, bloodlesslyâ¦
Time, merciless without pity, never sleepsâ¦
(Rimed with the salts of reckoningâ¦)
Tide, pulling inexorably upon the seaâ¦
(Riding the Moon's cold gravityâ¦)
The arrow flown, so alone, headlong towards a target yet unknown
mourns freedom(Ever still at the will of the Archerâ¦)
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 handâ¦
Sent, Divine providence, Leviathanâ¦