The leviathan strode upon the Earth

Hungry and alone it searched

For the remains of its race; a dying breed

Needed no more, now the world had turned.

Aeons ago, born unto the rock and stone,

The leviathans had roamed.

Born before Time and gifted to live on.

Time was no master – they had no Lord.

Only the separation that gnawed the soul

Caused to wither away

Their will to continue – and so they lay down

And became the rock, the stone, the dust and sand.

She, the last leviathan, has slept

For past ten thousand years

And now she wakes to find her brothers,

Children of a dying world, alone.

She feels the Earth groan beneath her feet.

Its old skin creaks with age.

She bellows with rage and the noise

Echoes away – with no returning voice.