Lurks beneath..monsters & foul they breathe,
Unseen, for the world- all mine to keep.
Some have wings..few with silly a grin,
Play hide & seek, scare me but they no more..
Scalded in canvas..in paints and by cold nights,
hurts my clasps of privy a dream clung close.
With regal scales, the brave they fight is etched in memory..
perturbs & in silly few colors, the laugh is..
entice in whispers, frail the heartbeat in pique’s..
Photo arcades and in reality’s decoy..
Ahoy, the king & his hackneyed prince!
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