What Slumbers Beneath the Waves

Beneath knotted storm clouds
And black, night-soaked seas,
Ancient stone columns descend
Countless fathoms into the abyss.

There, beneath a coral-crusted chancel
Of a long-forgotten holy place,
A great white eye
Stares blindly toward the distant surface.

Forgotten by time,
The Sleeper beneath the waves
Has awaited the call.

The somnolent god of the old world
Stirs within the inky darkness,
Impatient after ages of silence.

When summoned,
Its answer will be final.

In its throat awaits a single reply:

Death.
Doom.
Utter devastation.

Upon a lonely shore,
Incantations rise between crashing waves.

The stars are right tonight.

Death-cult followers gather,
Calling to their leviathan god.

And from the depths,
The Sleeper answers.

The sea rises.

Coastlines vanish beneath the flood.
Cities are swallowed whole.
Volcanoes awaken,
Casting ash across the heavens
Until the sun itself is blotted out.

The world freezes.

No soul remains
To witness the creature’s departure
Into the cold reaches of the cosmos.

All is lost in its wake.

And a dead planet
Turns slowly through the darkness,
Revolving forever
Beneath the black seas of time.