Random Poems

Monstrous Lady

She kills them all in a tyrant rage,

Blood spills out across the age,

Wings are torn, no babies born,

Locked up in a rusty cage.

Mist crawls around her sickening guise,

Acid boils as the demons all rise,

Children can mourn louder than horns,

The weak can only deflate in size.

Fear takes over. No, she'll never die,

Slash her, strike her, we can all try,

And when she rides to where I safely hide,

Scorpions trail her striding by.

I wish there was a happy ending,

But I've learnt by now there's no use pretending,

Survival is slim when facing a gorgon,

Human flesh coats are already trending.

A/N: I know gorgons turn you into stone when you look at them, but that's not the type of gorgon I'm referring too. It could also mean "a fierce, frightening, or repulsive woman".