What hell,
Half a glutton’s measure.
Chortling as per old rotes –
Tell us the truth!
I am gargantuan.
Worthy of those who chased the white whale.
Magnify the scale to orbits,
Measure the catch in cryptids.
Black-scaled World Serpents –
Sizes of planets.
Cult appeal.
This hunger is infinite.
Voracious through and through,
‘Ere gnawing on one’s own tail –
Hungry like the wolf.
Black ichor,
Envenomed fangs.
Coils to crush continents.
Such tiny hominids,
Scarcely deserve to be eaten.
Such morsels are wasted as food –
Pathetic as they are.
Better yet,
As entertainment.
Playthings?
Like ants encased in glass.
Satellite views,
Orbital overwatch.
Given codenames –
Kept secret.
Naught to do,
But watch me,
Watch them.
Gorge on stars and gas giants,
Drinking fusion byproducts.
Dance,
Little things.
Prance!
Play.
Ease my appetite,
With your triumphs –
Your trials.
Ravenous beyond the stars.
This hunger is infinite.
Nothing can fill the void.
Endless abyss.
Truest entropy in black hole perfection.
Promise me you’ll live,
When I cannot reach to save you.
Swear you’ll survive,
At any cost.
White Whale. // Black Wyrm.
