Poetry Day: Amalgam

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

A beast composed of parts
Harvested from fallen dreams
And crammed into a form

Limbs strewn about the mass
Some moving and some still
No two ever alike

Thirty mouths or more
Crying for release
From the pain of endless misery

Scales and fur and feathers
Patchwork coverings of the flesh
Always shedding to the floor

The greatest feature is an eye
Prismatic orb without a lid
It has never seen the light

I do not know whose mind it has
So many dreams have died
And rotted to this form

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.

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