In The Leviathans Shadow

In the depths where shadows weave,

Scales like night and eyes that grieve,

A titan stirs, the ocean's breath,

Whispered tales of ancient death.

From fathoms below, he roams the sea,

His presence felt in mystery,

Waters wide, heed the waves

In deep waters, an early grave

The storms arise at his command,

A creature born from time's own hand,

Waves crash high, the heavens stronger,

In depths where light can reach no longer.

In stillness, he waits for dawn,

A shadowed guardian of dreams withdrawn,

With eyes like storms, a heart of night,

He glides through waters, a fearsome sight.

Yet in his heart, a sorrow dwells,

A tale of loss the ocean tells,

For every wave he rides with pride,

Of worlds he watched, loved, then died.

A guardian of forgotten lore,

A legend lost on distant shore.

Coiled in darkness, ancient and vast,

The Leviathan guards secrets of ocean's dark past.