More dark poetry!
The Monster
I have become quite popular
With all the visits to my lake
In an attempt to capture me
Or seeking proof that I am fake.
I am alone in all the world.
There's only one of me on Earth.
And thus greatly desirable.
Please tell me what my life is worth
The tourist agencies do thrive
So please, let's keep my myth alive.
The sceptics have the loudest voice.
An argument 'tween me and them -
Where I just want my solitude,
They'll settle for my postmortem.
Forgive me if I don't indulge
and keep my visage to myself.
It's better off beneath the waves
Than in a jar, upon a shelf.
I'll vanish now, into the mist.
Haven't you heard? I don't exist.
Frank Aiden Ryan
I have become quite popular
With all the visits to my lake
In an attempt to capture me
Or seeking proof that I am fake.
I am alone in all the world.
There's only one of me on Earth.
And thus greatly desirable.
Please tell me what my life is worth
The tourist agencies do thrive
So please, let's keep my myth alive.
The sceptics have the loudest voice.
An argument 'tween me and them -
Where I just want my solitude,
They'll settle for my postmortem.
Forgive me if I don't indulge
and keep my visage to myself.
It's better off beneath the waves
Than in a jar, upon a shelf.
I'll vanish now, into the mist.
Haven't you heard? I don't exist.
Frank Aiden Ryan