Oh no, I’m sick. Drat. Brain stopped, sluggish thinking, I can’t really write well.
I mused today upon two intermingled subjects, one to which I devoted a few hours and lines. However, the work is unfinished, and so I present it as I have nothing else to present. The two thoughts, though, I’d like to lay out. The one I’ve not worked upon is the nature of Mr. Hyde’s youth compared to Dr. Jekyll’s advance into respectable age.
Mr. Hyde is clearly described as an underdeveloped aspect of Dr. Jekyll, his repressed dark side, and though the story could be interpreted as a gothic midlife crisis, my mind started to take another, perhaps complementary, direction: Did his undeveloped dark side come out because it was undeveloped, because Dr. Jekyll had never faced this meaner facet until his hairs were turning grey? Anyway, the other thought regarded my monster poems, and a reinvigorating idea: Unmonster poems. Dear lord, I need sleep. Did I just write unmonster? That’s not even a word.
Oh well, here’s the beginning of my Unmonster Poem: Gargoyle’s something or other. I’ll come up with a title later.
Gargoyle’s Heart
The noise, or what to me was such clamor,
all clanging bells, and repentant stammers,
would day or night invade my hidden deep
and draw me from my long slumbering sleep.
An undeserv-ed happiness possessed
those worshipers so mightily impressed
by revered saint who died, quite long ago,
nailed to a tree, and then buried below,
as all will be, was turned to dust and bone.
But I soon learned the weight of what was sown,
when coming to the seat of all my woes,
this wat’ry snake before the child froze.
The epicenter found round which all turned,
I inward found a human heart yet burned.
Remembered I my creator’s design,
logos, my rediscovered purpose benign.
Monster Poems:
Vampire’s Remorse
Werewolf’s End
Journey of the Zombie
Monster’s Name
Ghost’s Memories
Hyde’s Justice
Witches’ Desire
Gorgon’s Veil
Necromancer’s Song
Wendigo’s Feast
Jack’s Trick
Tale Told 
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