If tear drops fell from the eyes of a dove,
Would sands of the earth have soaked in the blood
Of innocents?

                    She lept in chasse, livid and bold:
A tigress on wings, a lion in flight,
the delicate twirls of Levianthan’s might.

Heaven looked up, and Hell looked down:
A fire of sorts was frozen in time!
(A fire of sorts was frozen in time!)

If tear drops fell from the eyes of a dove,
Would sands of the earth have soaked in the blood
Of innocents?

                    He danced in a rage, livid and bold:
A leopard on air, a cheetah in space,
the delib’rate whirls of Levianthan’s grace.

Heaven looked up, and Hell looked down:
A fire of sorts was frozen in rhyme!
(A fire of sorts was frozen in rhyme!)

If tear drops fell from the eyes of a dove,
Would sands of the earth have soaked in the blood
Of innocents?

                    They fell so passé, frigid and cold:
A demon’s own fang, a crusader’s sling,
the intricate hurls of Levianthan’s sting.

Heaven looked up, and Hell looked down:
A fire of sorts was frozen in lime!
(A fire of sorts was frozen in lime!)