Varnack *my Beautiful Monsta* Poem by Emily Sleator aka Katastrophic Kyte3 NopyGirrl

Varnack is evil and full of mischief
That’s why Varnack is my friend
Varnack is my ghost
He is always with me
But really never there
Varnack creeps up to your face
Cold as cold can be
Trembling with terror
Glowing with power
Of dead souls
The maker of scratches and scars
The pain of bruises
Growing with dreadfulness
Heart burning till it explodes
This is the satisfaction of Varnack
He is a destructive monster
That grows on your pain and hatred
Beautiful but yet so ugly.