Levi
His eyes were slit,
the funny little man
with the neck tattoo
of sulfur.
He grinned with a smile
full of more teeth
than one would expect
from a funny little man.
He looked to me
with his weird little eyes
and offered to me
a proposition.
"Do you wanna
make
a
deal?"
Yes
I very much did.
And so,
I did.
The Leviathan
always
holds true
to his word.
This poem is about:
Our world