Monstro City

Monstro City

A Poem by Brandon Taylor-Black
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A dark, comedic, Dr. Seuss inspired piece

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Behind your eyes, closed, against the night
A prison against those who might
Try to scare an innocent mind
Down the stairway to madness, we slowly wind

Into the shadows where nightmares roam
Goblins and ghouls and men of bone
Fear takes you by the trembling hand
Into a Nocturnal underland

Beetles run by; spiders scuttle
Witches cackle; cauldrons bubble
Midnight tolls on grandfather's clock
Granny appears in her death frock!

Rats in jackets of ashen grey
In rotting Corpses, chase they play
While nightcrawlers wriggle and wind their way through
The mountains of debris to get to you

"Warm welcome, warm welcome" comes a voice from the dark
Then down from the rafters drops Count Dracula
"A chalice of claret, for the full bodied taste
We're only dead dear, don't look so afraid

Mummy is waiting in the old living room
She did her best to keep up with the gloom
Down in the dungeon, your tale told by the crone
And once in a while throw the wolfman a bone"

Out into the garden, alive with dead plants
Corpses were waltzing in cemetery dance
Frankenstein's monster tells the children dark tales
And washes it down with the slime of old snails

Into the shadows, past tombstones, past day
When Dr. Jekyll, Hyde and seek, wants to play
A circus, it's Pennywise, see him dancing with glee
"We all float down here, in Monstro City"

Killer clowns are aplenty, captain spaulding's here too
We've Chucky and Jigsaw, to mention a few
If that's not your fancy, there's plenty to see
Beetlejuice is the tour guide, call his name times three

Nightshade, she dances, under full moon
Starlight, like gunshots, torn through a womb
Cthulhu, dark minister, baptises the damned
Who walk upon this, our Wunderland

The skeletons have a hell of a band
Wereboys and their ghoulfriends listen and dance
Necromancer's specialise in those long distance calls
To meet grandma and grandpa from so long ago

There's Halloween parties just 'bout every night
A quickstep in quicksand sets the pulse alight
So don't fear the dark, we've got plenty to see
There's plenty to do in Monstro City

© 2018 Brandon Taylor-Black


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Added on October 22, 2018
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Brandon Taylor-Black
Brandon Taylor-Black

Huddersfield



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I write for pleasure, and for therapeutic reasons...it relaxes me. Why exist in the real world when my own world holds such splendor? That's enough about me though, please, read away, and if you f.. more..

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