Entry for Dark Dreamscapes Poetry Contest, April 2020. |
** Image ID #2217627 Unavailable ** I, Monster I, Monster, wake to this evil dark pit, imprisoned for my deeds so vile I dare not list them here, my shadowed past, the crushing burden that holds me bound, abandoned in my infinite despair, tortures my soul with memory. This, my grim reward for the predatory years, fully earned, deserved, and just my sentence, does not still my silent screams, my rage against my captors, and my stolen voice, filled with the hatred of all that lives, echoes soundlessly from the walls of this black well, the oubliette of eternal damnation. The fire of vengeance burns within my veins, blazing in my innards, my sole desire to break these chains and hunt down my tormentors. Oh, then they’ll pay in blood for this, my humiliation, and the effrontery of my incarceration. I’ll make them curse the day they dragged me, chained, through the filth of their halls of justice, and their disgust at my crimes, so elegant in autopsy of each victim’s earthly being, will be repaid in kind. But more than this, my promise is their mockery has earned my wrath so full that suffering will not encompass the pain I prepare for them. All things I can bear but not the laughter and jokes they aimed at me; this stings the worst and they will squirm when I rip their hearts, still beating, from their ribs. Oh, yes, my friends, will you say it then, that I come “armed” into the fray? Line Count: 60 Notes: An oubliette is a dungeon open only at the top where condemned prisoners were thrown and left to starve to death. The word comes from the French for “forget” since prisoners in the oubliette were simply forgotten. |