Monsters like werewolves, goblins, and vampires
are all too fabricated and embedded
with lies, fantasy, and fiction
to offer me anything
other than momentary entertainment.
But demons–
those once-angels of God,
who fell, ashen and decayed,
and transformed
from an ideal of beauty
to a thing of disgrace,
who lost their vibracy,
their light–
they are the monsters
I can’t escape from.
Because of their choices,
dark wishes, and desires,
those once so vivid,
so loved and adored
are now feared,
hated, and abhorred.
There’s a fine line
between innocence and sin,
and once you’re standing
on the border,
you never know which way
you may fall.
I have a Q&A on my instagram where I write poems based on questions readers ask. The the question for this was: “what is your favorite monster or demon from literary tradition?”
If you would like to ask me a question about myself, writing, life, anything really, just comment below. I will write a poem to answer your question!
I love this post, and your phrase “once you’re standing on the border, you never know which way you may fall” is so true!
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Thank you! 🙂
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you’re very welcome!
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the “bad ones” seem to fascinate us the most. i had to read aloud the second stanza so i could better “hear” the music of its rhythm and rhyme. well done.
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They do, because most of them used to be the good ones. It fascinates me how easily we can shift from good to evil. And thank you 🙂
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Within our souls, we already know. Just a matter of time till our minds catch up.
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Aren’t we all fallen angels in some way or other. Neat poem.
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Technically, we kind of are. But some fall further than others.
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Excellent piece. I enjoyed reading this.
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Thanks! I’m glad 🙂
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Love your poetry. Since you’re offering the reader a question, I have one. I tend to like working with the dark, mysterious side of life and my last haiku is unusual for me; to celebrate joy. Anyways, does your muse ever bring you to dark places that you’d rather not revisit.
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Thank you! And thanks for the question, I’ll try to answer as soon as I can! 🙂
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Merry Christmas, Allison. Felt I needed to offer this as a separate statement.
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And thank you! Sorry I’m getting back to you late. I hope you had a wonderful Christmas!
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I agree! Those might creatures are the most frightening realty. Twisting the globe oft unbeknownst to many.
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Yes!
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Loved it!
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Thank you!
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I really enjoyed the way this poem paced when read. Like the build up of fear.
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Thank you!
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Very nice and deep
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Reblogged this on yogalightsite.
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Thank you! And thanks for the reblog! 🙂
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Lovely work of art.
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Thank you!
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De nada…I mean, you’re welcome, of course por la vida y el amor.
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