To stomp out the flame
from the wince of the whale
whos jawline sits on the brink
unknowingly drained...
The overflow crawls back
to rust your shattered nerves
to rid your falling cancers
and bury the Lord with his sword.
Leviathan, bring me to your maze
to swim through your aisles of teeth
the sky acts as a shield
to detour your fear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i was wondering... did it really exist? or is a leviathan still living today? ? ? ... just curious... i really want to know... i always hear that word.... anyway, nice poem!