Poem 436 : The Creature
Among the darkest deepest caverns, on the bottom of the vast ocean,
Sleeps a most vile serpent, which calls this desolate place its home,
When hunger stirs its empty stomach it suddenly springs into motion,
Leaving this colorless world to reach the surface where it must roam.
Up and away from the great salty depths the sea creature slowly slithers,
Without the aid of feet or fins, from side to side, the ancient dragon swims,
Once across the immense sea it searches for prey among the shallow rivers,
And here, in the rushing water, it waits until the bright light of day slowly dims.
Its head floats just above the surface, it anchors its tail deeply in the mud,
As the orange glow quickly recedes behind it, the creature looks for its prey,
Golden eyes search for any movement, its nostrils seek the scent of blood,
Here, under the cloak of darkness, the ever diligent dragon will patiently lay.
Without blinking an eye, or moving a muscle, it suddenly spots its quarry,
With the sharpest of ears it hears its prey drinking water at the river's bank,
Ancient instincts take control of its actions, it has not the ability to feel sorry,
Its eyes are fixed into a death stare, on its face an expression that is blank.
The prey, a frightened fawn, raises its head as it nervously looks around,
It noticed too late, the danger to save itself, for the dragon is ready to kill,
Out of the water the monster sets its teeth, splashing water the only sound,
And onto the muddy bank, and into the river, the deer's life blood did spill.
The creature gobbles down its meal, rests near the shore but for a moment,
With its hunger satiated the great dragon slowly swims back out to the deep,
When it senses that it has reached its home, the creature begins its descent,
Now safely back in its cavern, on the ocean bottom, it closes its eyes to sleep.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart), © Copyright 2018.