Where does this monster hail
with its green eyes and long tail?
It's body ever shifting and changing as the winds.
A beast born of crime and human sins.
Long spikes with no heart,
a master in the vilest art.
Cunning and easily misunderstood,
it can kill and it would
like no man nor animal could.
Nothing ever should
be its victim, food or prey.
It would proudly display
the discord it births.
No gold nor treasure of a million Earths
can meet the price and pay
this deadly monstrousity to go away
For whatever reason or rhyme,
in whatever centaury or time,
this beast shall prevail
in however small a scale.
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Monsters
PoetryMonsters come in many different shapes and sizes. Some are in plain sight while others hide away in the most unexpected places.
