The Monster's Speech

“Rwar, rah, raaarg-ha, graa-org,” shouted

the Monster at the crowd.

They pelted him with rocks and

poked at him with flaming torches

and pitchforks.

“Naarragh, gree praa Haarrgrahag,”

said the monster as he covered his

hideous, malformed face from

the onslaught of projectiles and vicious

slander.

“Kill it, Kill it,” screamed the frothing

crowd as they bore into the monster,

“Smash it’s ugly face,” they yelled and

chanted, stepping ever closer to the

monster’s corner refuge.

“Wha, wharrrgha, kraagahall-gah,” pled

the monster through his scaly lips and

twisted yellow fangs, his forked tongue

frantically whipping about, searching for

a place to breathe.

He tried to climb up the stony walls of the

castle’s exterior, hoping his long lizard/eagle

like talons would help him flee, but they could

find no purchase on the stones due to the rain and

slick stone faces.

“It’s trying to get away,” shouted Reverend Stall,

“don’t let it escape!” He threw a rock that hit

the monster square in the head. The monster was dazed

and stumbled forward and then was spun backwards

by another large rock.

“Narrh, narrrh,” grumbled the monster as he fell to the

cobblestone street.  His arms up in a last effort to protect

himself.  The world aglow from torch light started to

dim and the monster found himself in a long tunnel,

the echoes of the mob growing more faint.

The monster felt himself lifted by many hands

and drift toward the few stars visible in the

night sky. They twinkled in and out of his view

as he seemed to tumble endlessly towards them.

He wanted to reach out, but he could not.

“Eht es arr frar bwhetter rast Eye gho trooo,”

mumbled the monster as he finally vanished into

the darkness.  He was wrapped in burlap, chained,

bound, weighted with cement and dumped into

the Bay.

The townsfolk forgot their own viciousness,

but they stay out of the Bay. It’s become a

dark place, thick with fog all year round,

with the sounds of sobbing floating on

the salty breeze.