Lair of Leviathan
By John Clare Stokes
In the murky mists an uncertain
Disturbing, stirring
Whirling, whirling ever luring
Ancient of years
Source of all fears
Eyes of firing light
Drawing me to the brink
Sinking, sinking into the
Murky mists
The ever stirring, disturbing
Luring me deeper, deeper
Whirling, whirling
Into its terrible allure.
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