03 June 2010

Lonely Leviathan: A Poem

A deathlike face now living
Ambition's folly realized
With cold hands filled with murder
The fallen angel demonized

With sorrow his sole companion
And sin his only aim
This son without a father
Made of Man and Man's own bane

Will none pity the man of Legion sorrows?
Will none mourn with the lonely Leviathan?

Not tears of pity but of hate
Will wet the sinful grieving hands
Man's monstrous fate self-ascribed
And his executioner: Man.

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