From my closet, came a dream—
More of a horrible nightmare.
The monster came to me, so it seems;
But me, he did not scare.
His teeth were long and white,
His eyes a bloody red,
With skin pale and bright.
He looked as if he had not fed
In many days and many hours—
I wasn’t going to give him sign of fear,
For my little body, he’d devour
And I’d never live another year.
Perhaps all he wanted from me
Was my pretty blue eyes
Or my childish abilities
To see beyond a monster’s guise.
Author notes
Mneh. It's about children and their ability to see beyond the facade that people have...they can see a person for who they are...not the label on their shirt.
Written September 15th, 2005
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