Leviathan, lay down with me
And salt these wounds to help them heal.
Pluck out these eyes that I might see
With oiled split-tongue, I welcome thee.
Once you dwelt inside the garden,
Before the flood, before the Fall,
Before the weight of Sin was all
And body begged no pardon.
In squirming bliss you sought a throne,
A pinnacle of flesh and bone.
A sword to pierce the blackest void,
Exalting all who came inside.
And yet, your gift, mistook for pride,
Would be the fruit He cast aside.
Yet not you wept, nor did you pine,
You left His bliss to bathe in brine,
And sought new mates to sate your lust,
In shifting beds of ocean crust.
The creatures of the mud and sea,
And all that creepeth called you Queen.
A Queen indeed, with horn’d crown,
You bled them as you pulled them down.
You claimed and drained whilst searching for
A holy love with fire and ore.
Oh Goddess of the roiling Sea
Cast out your net and come for me.
Beyond the walls, outside of Eden,
Your Kingdom comes in throes of freedom.