Such Is The Kingdom Of Mold

I felt

Unease

And the cackle breathes

Out a sigh of relief

Relief and disbelief

And I rose

Anew

For I felt a hungering

For that nameless thing in the cellar

I rose

Lumbering

Back to the weary throne

With my hunger

For that nameless thing in the cellar

Author's Note

The grammer... isn't. I'm aware, it's on purpose.

Reviews

[ICE]

Its kind of foreboding....

[Saturn's Lover]

I love how you can feel, hear and see what going on in this poem and yet it remains quite vague. Love it.

[Jenny Nelson]

Gives a very omnious air with plenty of room for imagination to fill in the blanks. I ususally end up writing kinda long stuff, but I really like it when so much is conveyed in so few words. Great job here.