The Bulgung is an animal not very well known
For what it is, it is hard to dethrone
The fluff on its head, as light as down
Sometimes comes off, floating to the ground
You might say aww what a sweet little thing
Its head no larger than a vase from Ming
But what if I told you while it was out
Its legs did stay and crawl about
It did not use them for it can fly
Only when they were needed to pry
Its prey away from the flesh they did cling
For it seemed to ruin the entire thing
What is its prey? I hear you ask
Because it only comes out while wearing a mask
Well during the night they hunt and slaughter
Many of your own sons and daughters
They do not eat the body, no
But instead the soul, as far as we know
Do not say just figure it out
For everyone knows there is no doubt
Its teeth, all 321
Are sharper than any ray of sun
Once they pierce your soul, you're done
Destined to walk the earth unbelieving
Trapped in a world devoid of meaning
And when you think their world is teeming
With people in a haze without dreaming
Where does it live? you beg of me
Not in the sky nor out at sea
It lives somewhere familiar to both you and me
I will tell you in 1, 2, and 3
In the basement of a building
Where you might find a formal meeting
Go up the floors and you will find
An office of the elaborate kind
Not one that we could own
Instead sits there the child of Lucifer's throne
The sole commander of the Bulgung
Who often goes by a different name
But I'll leave it for others to figure out who
Because mistress Lucinda would like her stew
YOU ARE READING
Poetry and stories written in verse
Poesíai love to write in verse and most of the time people seem to only write in prose so here goes ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- feel free to comment and give me notes but don't attack my writing because I...
