The Leviathan

In the darkest hour of night it stirs The thing in the shadows . . . it twitches And its million eyes snap open . . . it’s awake The creature, it hungers And it moves for it must satisfy that hunger Ten billion arms drag it across the slick ground Its many lips smack and drool with anticipation The beast slides through sewers and into the streets With it comes the silent and ghostly fog They call it “The Death Mist” It seeks to claim us all Yes Even you And him too And it will Even should we be wary and watchful of its myriad tendrils It will The creature will devour us all No matter how strong you feel No matter how weak we are It does not care for your skin colour No, just the taste of your sweet meat And it comes for you even as we speak It searches for you It hunts you So beware my friend Beware Whoever said love was a cute little cupid Was a fool Love Is a many fanged monster And it eats