So…it all started when I set out to write a proper Shakespearean sonnet. I wanted to write a love sonnet to the monsters. I’m thinking of using this as a forward or afterward or something-or-other in 13 Morbid Tales, but for now, let’s just celebrate the season…
Love Sonnet for the Monsters
By Devon L. Miller ©2013
When dark descends the mighty werewolves howl.
And specters float from their crypts in the night.
Take care and listen for the demon’s growl
As vampires perform an ancient blood rite.
One dares not step into the mummy’s tomb,
And should not walk on zombies’ vacant graves.
For these things surely can mean a man’s doom,
No solace found at the mouths of bats’ caves.
A letter in blood sent by raven’s claw,
Received with shaking hands and bated breath,
Only to be snatched by the Hell hound’s jaw,
Or the cold grip of the one we call Death.
To some, a terrible nightmare it seems,
To me, it makes for most romantic dreams.