Under The Ice

Under the ice, in the glacial abyss, of the Arctic Ocean

In a wake, of silent running and stalking stealth motion

There's an ominous presence, a leviathan, of the deep

Submerged, in dark polar depths, to enable it, to creep

It's a harbinger of doom, as lethal, as the reaper grim

A preying war machine, under perfect ballast and trim

Observing, insidiously, using its control and command

Preparing for a MAD moment and fatalistic, last stand

From orbiting satellites, there will be co-ordinates set

And the counting down, of time, a reaction to a threat

Then everything, from a desert city, to a frozen tundra

Will be turned to glass, or ash, or simply torn asunder

We may reflect, for awhile, but we won't have a prayer

Then we'll quake, for awhile, until, 'we don't have care'

For out there, is a dreadnought, it's a launching device

Somewhere, in the cold Arctic Ocean, it's under the ice