Please Read:
Clown’s Face

My only face, a painted face, so white—
Pale Death, my love, I mock, but not in spite.
In adoration, I become as you.
Just as this vanity reflects what’s true,
for all reality is in the grave—
from that darkness, no light will ever save—
I am your image moving as you move.
I pray, Sweet Death, that you don’t disapprove.
My lips are red, just like your bloody mouth
which never yet has known nor tasted drouth.
I paint the smile wide, from ear to ear,
though not yet quite so wide as yours, I fear.
In every way I make myself as thee,
for you’re the only meaning that I see.
And for your sake, I’ll jeer a king to scorn
and laugh at all philosophy has borne,
for everything will fall before your power;
nothing escapes once locked within your tower—
inverted pinnacle, our souls rise up to Hell,
and Heaven’s just a mirror of all that fell.

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
Patience of the Skeleton
Necromancer’s Song
Wendigo’s Feast
Gargoyle’s Repentance
Banshee’s Wail
Lust of the Mummy
Vivisector’s Regret
Prophecy of the Virpig
Clown’s Face
Jack’s Trick
Ghoul’s Curse