Monster Mystery

A Poem by mischeif

Tingly and jingly

What it is is a mystery

Under the bells and silver shells

Is a face unknown to history

Through gold and gleam

You can still hear the scream

Of her monster within her dreams

But a monster by all means

Silver and shells

Gold and gleam

Her monsters a mystery

Locked away

She still fights to this day

So the monster which is she

Becomes a memory.

Author's Note

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Odd, but well-witten and very mysterious. Chilling. Great work!

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Added on March 31, 2011
Last Updated on March 31, 2011

Evil. My friends know me as mischeif as I am always getting on their nerves. more..

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