
Monster Hunter the Game
(Was I trying to do horror? Was I trying to be symbolic? Think it was both. Took me a few read throughs to figure it out. The key was ‘thirty’, which was how many story ideas I had at the time of writing this poem. I was getting frustrated and things were getting muddied in my head. So, I wrote this to see what would happen.)
It shrieks from the depths
Darkest corners of my mind
Which I have never cleaned
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A beast composed of parts
Harvested from fallen dreams
And crammed into a form
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Limbs strewn about the mass
Some moving and some still
No two ever alike
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Thirty mouths or more
Crying for release
From the pain of endless misery
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Scales and fur and feathers
Patchwork coverings of the flesh
Always shedding to the floor
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The greatest feature is an eye
Prismatic orb without a lid
It has never seen the light
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I do not know whose mind it has
So many dreams have died
And rotted to this form
Pretty HORROR-ific!
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A creative way of dealing with that frustration!
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Thanks. 😊
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Great release.
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Wow! Sounds like you need to write some of them before they reproduce.
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I think it’s hopeless battle.
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