Tiamat

Rain…fall…
Slow~ly~
If only you’d stop,
if on~ly.

Rain…fall…
Dee~per~
Chilling my bones,
you creep~er.

Rain..fall..
Qui~cker.
The wetter the roads,
the sli~cker.

Rain..fall..
Down~ down.
Flooding the rivers,
drowning the town.

Rain. Fall.
To~night.
Swallow the world
and swallow~ the light.

The darkening deep

The ancients worshiped water
as both savior and destroyer:
for today’s life-giver
could be tomorrow’s death,
crawling up the river banks.

Which I can relate to now
as the azure devil
swallows up my city,
inch by precious inch.