In the darkness of night, they lurk and roam,
Creatures of terror and fright, with eyes like chrome.
Their forms are twisted, their fangs are sharp,
Monsters so fearsome, they'd make your heart stop.
But even these beasts, so wild and untamed,
Have poetry within them, waiting to be named.
Their howls and growls, their snarls and hisses,
Are a language all their own, filled with mysterious misses.
Their words are not meant for the faint of heart,
For their poetry is dark, and tearing apart.
It speaks of hunger and pain, of blood and bone,
And the horrors that lurk in the shadows alone.
Yet there's a strange beauty to their verse,
A rhythm that's haunting and hard to reverse.
It's the music of monsters, so eerie and raw,
That gives poetry a new, terrifying flaw.
So don't be afraid to listen and hear,
The poetry of monsters, so full of fear.
For in their words, you might just find,
A beauty and power, that will blow your mind.
by Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S POETRY
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