Ragin monsters
swarm from the deep
to devour,
murder.
They must be vanquished.

The pretty drones
raise their perfect
heads to laugh
at me.
I don’t like them.

The shaggy beast
rears his head,
brandishes his tusks;
scares me.
He will be my end.

Your storyteller
is still here
unfortunately
for you
and also for me.