Black Heart Poem by April Humason

The waters rose beneath the tide,
A shadow stirred the restless deep.
A twisted will, a serpent's pride,
That sought to claim what it could keep.

Its tentacles gripped the crashing waves,
It crowned itself the king of seas.
A heart of black, a soul that craves
To drag the light down to its knees.

It spoke in storms and salted lies,
It breathed in fear and curling doubt.
It wrapped the dark around the skies
And tried to snuff the starlight out.

But then a voice above the storm,
A Word that split the roaring wave.
Not born of fear, not shaped by form —
But armed with truth and power to save.

The waters bowed. The serpent broke.
The chains it forged were turned to dust.
The blackened heart began to choke
Beneath the weight of holy trust.

No tentacle could hold His light,
No depth could drown His holy name.
The sea gave up the stolen night
And darkness lost its cruel claim.

Now calm remains where chaos stood,
The deep rests still, the skies unscarred.
What tried to rule the boundless flood
Was crushed by God — forever marred.