Under a bed a monster came out...
Not for blood, massacre, not even for revenge...
But to rekindle the soul of a poet
He quickly locked the door and turned off the light...
Lit a candle, took a pen and paper from the dark, and smiled blissfully..
When the sun rises, he is no longer there... only his poetry remains in the light to face the veridical world...
Not for blood, massacre, not even for revenge...
But to rekindle the soul of a poet
He quickly locked the door and turned off the light...
Lit a candle, took a pen and paper from the dark, and smiled blissfully..
When the sun rises, he is no longer there... only his poetry remains in the light to face the veridical world...
Art by: Lai