The Song of Monstradom
I dedicate this poem to one of my favorite poets, who also happens to be one of the greatest poets of all time! This is for you, Edgar Allan Poe.
The Song of Monstradom
Be warned.
What you will hear
Shall herald tears,
And don't you know
The legend from way down low?
The Song of Monstradom?
If not, then stay wary,
As this is no story for the faint of courage.
This tall tale targets the very worst of scourges.
Torturing their tainted,
Now timorous hearts.
Please, lean closer,
And witness the start,
For the Cursed Ones are near.
And all those in their view
Will be doomed to join Her choir,
And forced to start anew,
As they sing:
The Song of Monstradom!
Her fangs, crawling down those who deny.
Her existence, seeping through every crevice.
Her presence, sinking down those goddamned eyes.
Her gaze, puncturing the condescended.
Her cackle, unforgiving of feeble lies.
You must be strong to survive a short while longer,
Or you will be at Her meager mercy.
Now hear Her first shrieks,
For She is bloodthirsty.
The Song of Monstradom!
"Slipping away, I see.
My evil, too horrid for your soul.
You are not safe from Me.
I've come to increase the toll."
Fear is imminent;
It is already here.
Be at Her beckon call,
Lean closer.
All is finally clear.
Keep in mind,
No one gets spared.
Hear Her next preaching,
And because you dared,
Acquiesce to Her vile teachings.
"Your attempts are futile,
Nothing can be done.
I am sinisterly brutal,
You have nowhere left to run."
Now do you understand?
There is no escape!
Your life is ruined,
You are forever Her slave.
"You are doomed in this plight.
No more struggles, no more fights.
Endure and feel my wrath,
I am your savior,
An utter psychopath!
Nevertheless, let go of your qualms,
And listen closely,
To my melody,
The Song of Monstradom!"
And Monstradom cried out,
With a piercing howl,
"Enter my callous choir!
Show him how I am so foul."
And the Cursed Ones sang:
Oh She is wicked,
Oh She is cruel,
Oh She is the one,
Who turned us into ghouls.
She wreaks havoc,
She yields chaos.
She gets hungry,
She is heinous.
She shines Her filthy fangs,
She made us watch from the ropes,
Where our bodies would lifelessly hang.
Oh beautiful scoundrel, Monstradom,
We aid You well,
Though we are only shells,
For You took our souls,
And swallowed them whole.
You, in your exquisite corset,
Made from our bones.
We are now but sacks of skin,
Animated by the success,
Of your unholy goals.
You use God's fingers as tines,
For your bloody dinner fork.
You swallowed Satan's spine,
And steal babies from storks.
Dearest Mistress,
We will forever worship You,
For You are the power.
You, whose shadow murders flowers.
Now, newest victim,
Lean closer,
And become one with the Song,
The Song of Monstradom!