Nightmares--A Poem

From darkest shadows,

they come.

From most fetid bog,

they emerge--

my children.

Shall I introduce you?

See Daphne:

my two-headed,

serpent-tongued

daughter

with her cloven hooves

polished a brilliant

blue

to match the night sky

that flows

from her scalp

and dances on a wind

only meant for her.

See Hektor:

my son

with his massive horns

and lolling tongue,

his eyes

reflecting your

every darkest desire.

You hate him

and want him

in equal amounts,

and my boy knows

how to deliver pleasure

and pain.

See my twins, Remus and Lupin:

ever their namesakes,

beastly beings

covered in fur

the same gray

as a death shroud,

their eyes

polished marbles

of onyx in their skulls.

These are my guardians,

the protectors

of my realm.

These are the children

I birth

every time I put

pen to paper,

and I have

hundreds more.

They're waiting to be born,

birthed from the folds

of my brain, monstrous

and beautiful.

So if you try

to understand

the mechanisms

of my

of madness,

they are who you will find.

They are wait8ing for you.

And they are hungry.