Hunt the great leviathan.
Own the carcass of the whale.
Seek the vision of a man.
Claim the laurel and the hail.

Monster grows from each mode nursed.
Guts digest in half and whole,
Epic, lyric, mores well-versed,
Drama, novel, film parole.

Foams awashed the Lyric ‘shore,
Dressed as Beauty and fair Grace.
Epic, near devoured in gore,
Conquered crushed his father’s race.

Hunt the great leviathan.
Own the carcass of the whale.
Seek the visions of a man.
Claim the laurel and the hail.

Mores, well-versed in fire, the smith,
Dropped, made lame, though not by chance.
From the split head told in myth,
Drama, armored, sprung to lance.

Chained to stone for mortal’s fire,
Novel, forethought, would not tell
Future damsel of desire,
Instrument of Fate’s own spell.

Hunt the great leviathan.
Own the carcass of the whale.
Seek the visions of the man.
Claim the laurel and the hail.

Wings adorn Film’s feet and crown,
Master Thief who heralds souls.
Comic eyes and tragic frown,
Bless Film’s face with cunning roles.

Cursed is Ahab for his quest,
Searching for the soul bereft.
Immolate the spirit’s rest
on a pyre of art and craft.

Hunt the great leviathan.
Own the carcass of the whale.
Seek the visions of such men.
Claim the laurel and the grail.

-Tsai