40. Creature of the Night

Today proved to be too hectic to come up with a sonnet I'm willing share ( I started one that doesn't warrant publishing yet). So here's one from the stacks.

I've got an itch to scratch...

I've studied ancient texts and know their mysteries;

I'm trained in tons of different ways to fight.

I follow tales and myths- I call them histories

that help me kill the creatures of the night.

The Nightmare's flaming hooves did not disquiet me;

I stalked and staked the Vampire in its den.

the Werewolf fought and flailed but could not bite me;

With me the Chupacabra met its end.

I find as each unnatural terror falls

I close a door on remnants of our past.

And 'tween their world and ours I'm building walls

that o'er the top and out of thought they're cast.

Perhaps the beasts I seek aren't all that rotten;

they hunt us just so they won't be forgotten.