There are no Ghosts within the walls;
There are no Ghouls without the halls.
There are no Demons, mirror-bound;
There are no Shadows, void of sound.
There is no Dragon, bent on burnings;
No Siren to warp all your yearnings;
No Medusa, serpentine,
No Triffids with questing stem and vine.
There’s no Volcano God, erupting;
No Tempters, knowing and corrupting;
No Pharaohs, from pyramids emerging;
No Leviathan, from deep ocean surging.
There’s no horror out of Space;
No Singularity, your life to erase;
No Meteor, with impact fatal;
No Damien, with dooming natal.
There’s no Monster, closet-hidden,
No Homunculus, murder-bidden,
No Raptors, reborn to kill;
No Universal Solvent, ready to spill.
No Elder Ones, cosmically strange;
No Psychopath, angry and deranged;
No ending of the Universe;
There’s only me
and I
am
worse.
_____
“It’s a little-known fact, but Unicorns are something like 20% paint, and their horns are stolen exclusively from endangered species.”
― There and Never, Ever Back Again
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