Calling All Monster Poets
Every monster knows that one of the cornertombs of Monster High is its outstanding academic record in the Creepological Sciences, but few know that it also boasts a thrilling Liberal Arts program that has been thriving for centuries. With classes like Dead Languages and Monster Mythology scoring coffin loads of new students each year and the Dead Poets Society winning the Student Body Award for Beast New Student Club in 2012, it is safe to say the arts are certainly making a spirited comeback.
Luckily, this comeback includes a dead-lightful renaissance the likes of which MH has never seen. Manning the helm of this revival is our very own Hoodude, whose mysteriously ambiguous verse is featured on page 13 of the latest issue of Fearing the Letter, an acclaimed monster poetry journal! Could Monster High have its very own Poet Laureate emerging from the shadows? The Gory Gazette has secured the rights to re-print in full below, so you can be the judge:
Don’t Yank My Stitches, by Hoodude
Spirits bring me concentration,
Not overload, don’t waste her time,
Recharge her in the sweet sublime,
No star-crossed love waits for translation.
My affection for her is pure devotion,
Possessing every piece of me,
Her eyes drown deep in mystery,
And charge me up with raw emotion.
A stitch in time is truly dead,
If my love for her is left unknown,
I’d fall apart: no blood, nor bone,
No salted tears left here to shed.
So I’ll declare my love instead!
Consider this, affection’s seed now sown.