Four of Spades

In an unknown corner
Where the land soars up high as if tipped
Amongst
the highest heights
Dreams of fancy
could only depict

When long ago the truth
was spoken to Noah
One son of God
had secret ways
to predict

In a realm where the earth
meets the sky
The Adversary had
somehow been picked
As the curs’ed rain was hurled down
Upon sons of God
who were tricked

Even the roof of the world
was drowned
The Adversary
was under the deep
With his secret
book of giants
Enclosed
with a lifelong safe-keep