ok tom, here's Leviathon, just slightly influenced by Paradise Lost!

The original 'Paradise Lost' verse
"There Leviathon,
hugest of all living creatures, on the deep.
Stretched like a promontary,
sleeps or swims,
And seems a moving land, and at his gills
Draws in, and at his trunk spouts, a sea"

I liked to exaggerate the idea that he spouts a sea to suggest he created all the sea's. so i wanked on for several pages thinking i was milton. it turned into a sci-fi-athon. might be able to take some bits tho and apply them to the crow notion.

"And there, Leviathon,
Hugest of all living creatures
On the bone-china ground of proto-earth,
before gods, monsters and media moguls
Raised empires and built scrapers,
so high.
With their crowns of spires
As to block out the sun
And tear shadows in the chiffon sky.

Before all this.
She was queen, emperor, sire to the dirt
And all who crawled on it
or slithered through it.
And as the rocks of ages wore to dust around her,
her and her wisdom bloomed.

And everywhere she stepped brought forth new life.
plants that breathed in her air
creatures that fed on the plants.

Though through success
builds successes pyres.
For those who deem to fly too high
or dig too deep,
oft burn under the burden of torchlite fingers.

Thus, the Fates showed their cruel hand
And sent their mistress, Gravity
To press her desires upon Leviathon
whose legs as wide as a forest bower
buckled under the weight of success.
Herself to become an isle in an ocean of dust.

A state to confound and burden slow demise
on lesser beings, earthly beings.
But earthly she was not
so through sacrifice she defiled the Fates
and bid adieu to her lover and only master
Life.

Tears welled in her third eye
(of what man, as man was, called the blow hole)
And thunder, from the cavenous depths of her bowels,
at first a low tremor, rising to a terrifying crescendo
threw mountains from her belly.

Tears of composition untill then unknown,
flowed across the partched land.
Hewn from her bosom, Lifes milk,
Water soaked the desserts and the rocks.
The land drank with fervour, as befits one,
who knows nought but thirst for a creations age.

The land drank
Then the land drowned."

endless rant and poetic vomit over, and out.