The Revenant pt 2 - Leviaethan

The Revenant pt. 2 - Leviæthan I 'neath the grim pallor of a Plutonian moon, Sheltered in the cloak of Phantom's embrace, A tempest rages within flesh—entombed, Ash and soot caress expressionless face II Deep into that fire peering, Long she stood there pondering, hearing Voices, distant —haunting, searing 'round a pyre —bodies chant, sway and twist Motley figures shifting, turning, Seize the soul, within her yearning Faces, unseen —enticing, stirring A sweet longing, like unrequited kiss O' What vile pageantry! —provoking, Her weary flesh into approaching Weary flesh —engaged, encroaching, Shorn of tattered garb and ragged stitch — Light and Shadow rhythmic’lly dancing, Upon the flesh—tends the mind to drift Wolves hone in —circling, advancing, Pounce upon prey and bind it swift III Lo! The horror of her plot unfolding, 'top the pyre, to their madness, beholden Her wail, a dirge —reshaping, remolding Their chant with a hex, through smirking lips Her darkest machination set in motion, Soon... "Soon, I Shall Be," softly spoken, A hushed mantra, into crescendo growing, Staring into the Faceless Abyss The earth shudders! —cracks beneath their feet A chasmic yawn of interminable deep Vengeance interred—on the precipice of sleep, —Awakens! Her arms outstretched with unclenched fists "So, I Shall Be—Remade! Unbroken! Take This Flesh and Bone —As A Token! Payment! An Oath With These Words Spoken!" Echoing through the Endless Abyss Shadow and flame —coiling, winding, Kisses flesh —unburnt, undying Her voice, shrill! —harrowing, climbing, Shatters the firmament with perfect pitch Down!— Down rain the heavens upon the wicked! —squealing, Whose sloughing facades —smoking, peeling, Reveal faces, familiar —cruel, deceiving Raze and ruin by one decried "Witch!" — Within the veiled Darkness sempiternal, Souls, like dying stars, ignite the Black Spiraling embers till bloom Inferno, Long she gazed into the Abyss —and It smiled back IV Phantom cradles body and soul broken, In death's repose— On still waters, softly drifts Laid to rest— No epitaph, no words spoken, Upon her brow— Placed a gentle kiss