Ministry of Monsters
Ministry Of Monsters
As you sit down to work at dungeon desk
A writer with the best intentions
Time is of the essence in the dark
Fear is like dipping the quill into black ink
And coming up with blue primordial goo upon the tip
A wet repulsive glob, sliding along the feather
Makes its way to you in moonless dread
Reaches for your very soul and heart of reason
Grasping at your fingers then slithers around your neck
Into the ear the creature creeps, where you now hear the fear as well
No longer in the ink well but seeping there within your skin
Dripping, bleeding, feeding in your skull
A gelatinous marvel of demons, monsters, and crimes
This helps you clear your mind to write
You work at the Ministry of Monsters
So everything is fine
Have a pleasant night
Created on 10/07/14 for Monsters and Marvels- Poetry contest
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