The Kracken

- For Lauren. Forever friend and companion. Happy birthday. -

The small cephalopod
Could be heard roaring
From the dark depths
Of an above-ground trench

Without support, the small,
Yet cunning cephalopod
Learned to walk on dry land
To inhabit the outer world

The triumph made the
Conquest of kings and queens
Pale in comparison, since
The cephalopod was alone

Once the brave cephalopod
Marked it's territory on earth
The darkness called out
And the squid went in

You see, a cephalopod
Can breathe in the darkness
Without fear of seemingly
Sure and probable suffocation

So while it may seem
To make sense on the surface
To fear an entrenched, earthly cephalopod
It should, instead, be rejoiced

The roars from the cephalopod
Signify the death of incognito
And selfish monsters that
Believe the darkness is for them

But the cephalopod can see
Through the turgid gluttons
That prey on the misinformed
Behind the red eyes of fear mongering

Because the cephalopod once feared
The dregs of the ocean
And the monsters that lied
On the bottom of those trenches

And the cephalopod conquered
Each and every one
Of the killing breeds
That connived death in the sea

The cephalopod had come
To do the same on dry land
To fix the discontent
And remain there, permanent

So, you see, the cephalopod
Is here for you and me
Here to conquer our dark
In a world of un-jest insanity

- PatInTheHat