Kraken
In fathoms dark, in waters deep,
an ancient evil lies asleep.
Far down among the rocks he lies;
where dreams of malice, rage, and hate
will find him in his slumber-wait,
and burn behind his lidless eyes.
Beware, explorer, lest your mind
be driven mad by what ye find.
For diving-bells we once did send
into those murky depths off-shore.
The sailors sent now sail no more;
in crushing jaws they met their end.
Now farther down than fish will swim
lest they should chance to waken him
all wrapped around his mound of stone,
with tentacles that whip and splay;
Until the ocean’s judgement day
the mighty Kraken sleeps, alone.
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Monsters
PoetryA series of poems of different styles, united by the theme of monsters. The first ten were my entry into the 2012 Attys. Audio performances can be found at the link below: http://soundcloud.com/jonnycastoardern/sets/monsters/