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.

xoxox

Prince,

Shining crown,

Take your bow

In your finery

Balance your glitter

And your glamour,

With your false smile

And flimsy sense

Of chivalry.

xoxox

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.

xoxox

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.