[Lamia]

The Collector came at half past four, to take me away to use in his war. A weapon he needed, advice he had heeded, and now he had come with a rip and a roar.

His face a mask of thorns it 'twas, and his feet were gnarly and grim. I think no creatures had such hideous features, as the ones that he had upon him.

A great bellow he made as he took me away, over the trees in the winds they would sway. Back to his lair in the mountains of dawn, we would be there before anyone knew we had gone.

A hideous lair though quite large to be fair, the floors were rocky and comfort was rare. It seemed as though no creature would dare, to ever choose such a spot as his lair.

I withered and died, in a war on his side, and now the winds of change have been felt. Though I wish I had lived, I might have just fibbed, when I said the blow finally was delt, for although I had won, though not had any fun, the collector it seems wasn't through. With a great bellow, that huge gnarly fellow decided to come after...



YOU.

Yeah, it's cheesy, but I thought it was clever when I wrote it. Not really supposed to mean or represent anything, just a quirky monster poem.