I haven’t tortured you with a poem in awhile…happy Monster Monday!
“She rises from the deep Black of eyes, Hair of red Claiming bodies and souls As she rises from the dead
Spawning from deep on the ocean floor Where her body lays no more She comes up to feed, then goes back to the deep In her soul there is only darkness, Bitter from her drowning demise She comes for those who tell their lies
She was cold hearted before But now there is only evil that awaits on the ocean floor Only when she claims enough souls Can she stay on the surface Then her evil will lay before us She must be destroyed This evil can not walk the land There will only be blood upon the sand
She dreams of revenge For her untimely end Racking up the bodies Taking them where the water is murky Only one thing will stop her reign of terror Finding those that let her sink to the bottom forever….”
On the Prowl… Time to run I can feel the shift I had to chase him away Now I have to repair the rift I’m on the prowl for him now I’m going to howl for him to hear This wolf knows there is a mate near He can’t hide from me, He will be found I chased him away So he would never know That’s It’s not just me in here I share a soul I’m hunting now full moons were made for teeth and claws and sin Forget all you know and let me in You can howl with me too I promise I’ll take care of you Hold still and it will only sting Then you’ll shift and your new life will begin…
In this vision I see This baby…whose soul deep trusting eyes are looking at me Looking at me with aww and wonder And I think, how could this be? This magnificent, magnificent creature I need to make sure he always stays free Not an experiment in some sterile cruel cage Like we’ve done to every other wondrous creature no matter the age It’s the littlest thing I could do Because I know what humanity will do to you Would that I could keep you in your mother’s arms Safe and loved away from harm No “I told you so” to the science community Would ever be worth Having a young snatched from their momma soon after birth Feelings are feelings Love is love Life is so precious And fragile like a dove So sleep little one Snuggle in tight Mamma will protect you till the time is right Maybe someday I’ll see you when I’m wide awake So you may see what wonder and aww looks my eyes make… For all the creatures under humanities thumb.. Poem by me copyright 6/21 Piece inspired by the art of Jonathan Dodd #cryptidpoet #monsterwordslinger
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