Under The Ice

Under the ice, of the glacial abyss, of the Arctic Ocean
In a wake, of silent running and stalking stealth motion  
There's an ominous presence, a leviathan, of the deep  
Submerged, in dark polar depths, to enable it, to creep  
  
It's a harbinger of doom, as lethal, as the reaper grim  
A preying war machine, under perfect ballast and trim  
Observing, insidiously, using its control and command  
Preparing for a MAD moment and fatalistic, last stand  
   
From orbiting satellites, there will be co-ordinates set  
And the counting down, of time, a reaction to a threat  
Then everything, from a desert city, to a frozen tundra  
Will be turned to glass, or ash, or simply torn asunder  
   
We may reflect, for awhile, but we won't have a prayer  
Then we'll quake, for awhile, until, 'we don't have a care'  
For out there, is a dreadnought, it's a launching device  
Somewhere, in the cold Arctic Ocean, it's under the ice