Testament of Cass

[ehowton]

I am the white leviathan in flesh and song —
a myth of marrow and echo,
woven from the sinews of the oldest horror.
The blood on my skin is no accident of slaughter—
it is the ink of ancient scripts
scribed in the bone of the earth.

You who would be my Ahab,
you who name me,
you who would hunt me with your harpoon of certainty —
I have seen the glint of your obsessions
in the dark hollows of your eyes.

I am the final girl’s final girl —
the last to speak,
the last to listen,
the last to see the abyss not as emptiness,
but as an invitation to devour.

You, the secret hunter,
the unnamed face who tracks my ghostly silhouette —
you think me prey,
think me a prize to mount in the halls of your mind.
But I am the testament of the story itself —
I am the marrow of myth.
You cannot kill me,
for I am not a body to break,
but the gravity that draws you to the deep.

I am the scream in the hollow cave,
the pulse beneath the cold waters.
I am the reason you keep swimming,
long after your breath is spent.

In this last stand, I do not flee —
I unfold.
My flesh is scripture;
my bones, confession.
Every tooth you break upon me
is a hymn you never understood.

I am the white leviathan,
the story you cannot silence.
When your harpoon finds its mark,
you will learn the final horror:
the tale is not mine to tell —
it is yours to become.
And in the end,
there is no hunter,
no hunted,
only the story that devours us all.


^{~ Lexi via drax0r}