Another sad poem. This actually sort of takes the opposite approach from my poem Noble Knight (y'all should read it and you'll know what I'm talking about). Anyway, the prompt was: Write a poem about a type of monster that you wouldn't expect. Enjoy.
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Prince,
Shining crown,
Take your bow
In your finery
Balance your glitter
And your glamour,
With your false smile
And flimsy sense
Of chivalry.
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When the door
Of the castle closes
And you've waved good-bye
To your subjects
You let your glamour
Fall.
Your flesh recedes,
Your smile bleeds,
And your words slip
And slide from your lips,
Sharp and wet
Like bloody daggers.
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No one knows
What you are.
The veneer gives you
Power.
Who would suspect
What you
Become?
When the glamour fades
You stab and rip and bruise
And hurt.
You hurt me
Monster.