Rising

Now 

it stirs 

leagues below 

a form in the depths 

a song in the silences of the heart 

there are no notes no sounds 

but a melody of intuitions 

a pulling at the strings 

wind racing over potentials  

a symphony conceived of being and emotion 

a readiness to become 

rising beneath the sea of dross  

that churns and crashes in this waking dream 

a song is rising 

named leviathan  

bringing redemption and sorrow 

coming to swallow the damned  

merciless and beautiful 

to end the futility of mortal flesh 

a soul ascending 

from the depths 

to the aethers 

and it will  

obliterate 

every 

last  

bit 

of 

I.