Kaiju Poetry - Kiryu

The ocean was deeper than that dead soul,
As frigid water swallowed the burning flame
A nest of foam separated body from spirit.
Like a stone, what remained was cast into the depths,
The garbage wrought by humanity's ignorance was thrown away.

Time passed faster than the phases of the moon,
Like all waste, what once was is unearthed
The skeleton of a soulless brute rests against the
Hush of the whispering bed of sand,
Untarnished by the destruction time inflicts.

Life was just a game in the eyes of those God-Players;
Technology was the quickest solution to another problem
Plaguing their petty, short lives.
Arrogance mixed with intelligence like lava fingers
touching the vast sea...

In the shadow of an impending fear,
Those God's brought the soulless skeleton and technology together,
Creating a separate concoction possessing a new spirit mixed with blemishes of the old;
No different than an ignorant slave, this new life was used,
Convenient merely as a savage shield against danger---a new toy to be bruised.

Those God's were proven wrong by the most unlikely influences:
The understanding of a young woman's conscious, and a deity's threat.
It took the humility of a lesson learned in order to let go---
Allowing the object of obsession to have back its freedom---
Giving it the peace it had once found deep within the ocean blue.

Archaic spirits tampered with, like an angel ripped from the heavens
By heartless monsters giving life back to monsters long since forgotten;
Nature's solemn law disrupted by the unceasing curiosity of fabricating frauds.
For the Old Mistake, death was a gift---a way to escape what once was true;
The Old Mistake became the New Mistake,

When the bones of Godzilla became Kiryu.