"Monsters" (Shakespearean Sonnet Form)

                     Evil incarnate to their kind gives rise,
                     their nourishment found in blood-curdling fear;
                     horror-swept dreamscapes they stalk in disguise,
                     unleashing terror, they draw ever near.

                     Defiled wombs in hell to their kind give birth
                     to seek symbiosis with souls in need;
                     in lost and rejected spirits on earth ~
                     on their very marrow, such monsters feed.

                     Iced are their fingers and vacant, their stare,
                     black are their hearts, sustained by putrid breath;
                     sucking the lifeblood imperilled souls share
                     to spew forth their spawn of hatred and death.

                     But they may not linger where Faith abides...
                     for Hope's children fear not their raging tides.