Dead Monsters

May your eyes lay witness

To the blood before you this night

Though never my choice to engage with monsters

Monsters meet their end when we fight

Do you not see the hounds behind me

Who walk in pace with my outline

Feeling power of incantation

Pouring down my spine

Has your Father not appointed

That He is both the darkness and the light

So monsters may you feel
Fury of heaven and hell’s might

Friend both likely and strange

Stand by my side when challenge offers dread

For monsters of doubt, fear, and sorrow

Now lay at my feet

Dead

Author's Note

I've been trying to edit a story for the past few days, and wanted to share some poetry in the meantime. I was inspired to write a poem as a reminder to myself, that even though times are tough, I've "slain monsters" before. I hope this little piece inspires you to fight your own monsters, whoever you may be. The picture provided is more so for filler, though reminds me of a view I see almost every day.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Monsters I think there may be good as well as bad monsters as humans. I love this poem makes me think.

[Sapphus]

Monsters should mostly be dead. So agreed.

[Kane Hagwood]

I gain great satisfaction when I'm able to "turn a monster into a friend." To transmute what once was a monster into an ally. But some monsters can't be reasoned with. A monster that only seeks endless, needless harm is only offered a final end, laying at my feet.

Thank you for humoring my long ramble, and thank you for taking the time to offer a review :)

[living lavender]

the strength in these words is....magic.
there is power in each line. dripping with determination.
so many of us face monsters. some run. others stand ground.
{few live to tell the tale.} {wonderful piece.}

[Kane Hagwood]

Thank you, Lav. I swear, I should have a monster hunting award hung on my wall at this point haha. It's funny how monsters try to double back when they see you can fight back.