The Town of Maltear
Stumbling through one foggy night
There! Such sore sight
In the town of Maltear
They say no no, nothing wrong here
Dancing shadows lead on
Well if you insist Mr. Pawn
The buildings were made of wax
So, so deathly I must relax
Well Mayor Kakos scuttling along
Won't you utter what is wrong?
What sickly sight you fear
No no, nothing wrong here
But here now look
What maggots spill your lips
Why you're a rotten crook!
Trying to give me a slip
I stepped along something sodden
Rotten rotten rotten!
But such lively city
Pretty pretty pretty!
I say Mr. Pawn
Just what is going on?
But he doesn't see
Eyes all rancid loyally
Well look now look
We're not a crook
This town of Maltear
No no, nothing wrong here
Off to west-side faker
To see the baker
Faces like silver!
Slimy shimmer shiver!
Greetings of crumbling
Baker Rotinn bumbling
One loaf festering pure
Sure to ravaging cure
Such delicacy in hand
Squirming and tanned
Intending me totter
Transform into a rotter!
Away and away I cry
Sterile shadows fly
Then he says most queer
No no, nothing wrong here
Such shadows ream the door
Crawl along pustular floor
Lilting, tilting and rush
The specters, they hush
Out they come from every nook
Why, every one is a crook!
So wholesome and mephitic
Soon I'll be sick
Welcome to the town of Maltear
No no, nothing wrong here
Spindly words creeping near
Chew my legs into fear
This poem is also meant to be read as a disjointed little story. I had inspiration for six lines in particular this morning that screamed to be used in -something-. I felt it was a good opportunity to flex my ability to describe something vile, and I had the perfect means to deliver it in mind. I assure you this poem looks as horrid in my mind as it does in text haha. I hope the strange means of delivery isn't painful for folks to read, but this is how I wanted it to be.
But I won't continue to prattle on. If it evoked anything for you, be sure to share and thanks for reading.
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And I will be favoriting the hell out of this one.
Your imagery, your odd wordplay, the pace of the stanzas, I love it all. This is the kind of writing that comes straight from your brainmeats that I want to see more of.