Monster Kid

Now that I am older,

not so young

as I used to be, 

the songs that I remember

are those

the monsters taught me. 

They sang from the blackness

at the backs of closets,

and the darkness

beneath my bed. 

Unafraid,

 my young heart harkened

to every word they said. 

The language of shadows,

secrets of the night, mysteries

of The Dark,

mysteries of Light. 

For me

no truer tune ever rang

than those dark lullabies

the monsters sang. 

And now that I’m over,

as they say regarding age,

that proverbial hill,

nothing much has changed.

 I was a monster kid,

and I am still.

 

- R. Cody -

 

Deadicated to the monsters, of course,

and to The Spirit of Halloween!