Young Writers Society

Howdy! Since you say you're rusty, I'll be sure to get my tetanus shots!

Prose poetry is hard. It's hard to review, too. It's really devoid of any traditional poetic structure, and it's not a short story, so it's something in between. I'm going to overlook your structure, and focus on your imagery and the overall feeling of the piece.

I understand that you're trying to convey a feeling of insanity, instability, and loneliness. I am not sure that your voice and tone are working together to create the best way to convey these feelings. Honestly, the archaic voice makes the narrator sound a bit too edgelord-y to be taken seriously. You list all of the titles for the narrator, and instead of feeling the power from these characters, I just get an image of a powerless man who is screaming and clutching at straws. He wants people to fear him, but they just pity him. Consider changing your tone to something more modern if this poem was meant to be taken seriously.

This piece is also very wordy. I like to streamline my wordier pieces, so I can use fewer words that are just as descriptive. Here's my process, with an example from your text:

The winds howl fiercely in the night, the echoes of those terrible screams carrying on until the coming of first light. I know that I will never find peace again under the darkness of the dusk, for the screams continue on to the point of driving me to insanity and thus I do what I must.

The winds howl in the night, the echoes of screams carrying until first light. I will never find peace under the darkness of dusk; screams continue on to the point of driving me to insanity, and thus I do what I must.

The winds howl at night, echoing screams carrying til first light. Peace eludes me in the darkness of dusk; screams drive me insane, and I do what I must.

Hi, Messenger! I'm Lee, and here to review this poem.

To start off, the format was slightly confusing; I assumed it was a story you had put in the wrong section, then told myself it had to be a poem, then thought it was a story again. I'd suggest breaking up the lines and generally tweaking the look.
That being said, it's a very nice poem, with good imagery and powerful imagery.
I'm going to point out places where you can improve; feel free to take whatever you find useful.

Unsure of the certainty of what lies ahead despite the idea of fate being similar to the strong roots of the tree.

the echoes of those terrible screams carry on

I know that I will never find peace again under the darkness of the dusk, for the screams continue on to the point of driving me to insanity and thus I do what I must.

beckoning it to come asunder

As if I am the only living thing in the world and that the rest

ghosts of an empty shell that I can never truly be a part of regardless of my persistence.

Is when they hear my bellow of rage at why they don’t understand me, their reply, however, is to ignore my never-ending despair.

and terrifies superstitious people unto disbelief.

When the fighting comes, then I am addressed

I am Morgoth from the Lays of Beleriand

or till I try living my life from a slightly different perspective.

Hey @TheMessenger15!
I’m here to review your poem. I really like all of the imagery you used throughout it, like “ The winds howl fiercely in the night, the echoes of those terrible screams carry on until the coming of first light.“ It sets the spooky tone of the poem.

Another part that I really appreciated was when you listed out the names of commonly known monsters. This allows the readers to connect to the poem and to understand what your monster is like. Your monster is every monster, even the ones without a physical form.

I have one spelling correction to make. In “ It’s as if I exist on a different plain of existence.”, you used the wrong spelling of plain. It should be plane. Other than that, I don’t see any mistakes. Good job!
VioletFantasy