I dreamt that Vikings sacked and pillaged,
razed to coals a conquered village

I dreamt that Vikings sacked and pillaged,
razed to coals a conquered village

There once was an aardvark demure

He crept through dusky crepuscular

For his task was to visit

Sir Necrotic Despot

And deliver a much-needed cure

She was new to the vampire game.
You could tell she was unsure of
trajectories, splash patterns.

Though krakens are a slimy lot, they’ll freely lend a hand

to sailor boys grown bored with building castles in the sand

who’ve never peeked at maps with monsters drawn just past the land –

“Ahh! Too late comes too soon!”

cries Mr. Mantis in mid-swoon.

Afternoon bacchanal.

Champagne dissipates.

Eleanor faints.