Rat King
Come forth.
We do not bite,
Despite what you have heard.
We do not wish to make you ill
At ease.
We hear
Our royal name
Is plagued by disrepute.
Such vicious squeals echo in
Our ears.
You lie.
Your tangled tales
Have long besmirched our kind.
Your falsehoods sought to drag us through
The mud.
Attend:
Our court is here
Amid the filth and dirt.
Your liquid gold and cats' eyes forged
Our crown.
Begone,
And take these words
To all our foes above:
You think you’ll see us coming, but
You won’t.
YOU ARE READING
Monsters
PuisiA 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/
