Its Hour Come Round at Last
by J. C. Runolfson
 

He was different in the shell,
his father the sinuous white dragon of the Eastern Sea,
his mother a fallen star.
When the stars fell again, he hatched,
and his brothers fled as he walked among them upright,
moved relentless toward the shore.
In the currents he glowed,
in the cold depths of his father's realm he burned,
and when he reached the air he screamed,
the rough beast slouching towards Tokyo.

J. C. Runolfson's work has appeared in Goblin Fruit, Lone Star Stories, The Sword Review, and Sybil's Garage, among others. She is also an editor for Flash Me Magazine. This particular poem rose from her love for classic monster movies and their mythological underpinnings, and is dedicated to her friend, Reece. She can frequently be found discussing faery tales, mythology, books, writing, and chocolate at her online journal (http://seajules.livejournal.com). She currently resides in San Diego.