Monster Hunter the Game

(Here’s another monster-based poem.  Sure you’ve figured out the theme.  Nice to revisit some of the old ones again.)

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