like a leviathan
the wound you created in me
has risen from my depths,
canvassing my skies in dark clouds,
electrifying the atmosphere with dread.

the town raises the alarm;
this beast has been seen before,
has brought disaster and calamity before,
has been answered before—
piercing, healing tones once made it bleed.

but this wound is relentless.

divine righteousness, redemption
once drove it back, yet it lurked,
and now, again, it must be answered.

with the holy sword of the spirit,
i approach the gnarled mass
that is the monster’s face—
and yet, in the eye of the leviathan,
i see the broken child i once was.

save her. slay the beast.
slay the beast. slay the memory.
save the memory. save her.

there is no saving her.

that girl passed away in the dark
where you broke me.

but redemption still exists for me.

i must slay the beast.