In the dark dungeons of the mind, Strange creatures walk and breed their kind; The Mantis mounts the stair, With movements free as air. The Praying-Mantis mounts the stair, Her tiny arms upheld in prayer. In chasuble and stole, She stands to read my soul. I know not what dark thing is there, Nor why my soul must feel despair, Nor why she turns away And bids the Mantis slay. In the deep dungeons of the mind, Strange creatures walk and breed their kind; With arms upheld in prayer The Mantis mounts the stair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BONNYBELL: THE BUTTERFLY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HILDRUP TUBBS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE FABRIC OF LIFE by KAY RYAN COLORADO MORTON'S RIDE by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) OUR SUSSEX DOWNS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES LONE DOG by IRENE RUTHERFORD MCLEOD |