{poem three: monsters}

The stars guide me through the dark of night,

Where the monsters lurk impatient.

I glide over the grass with ease,

And turn my head in curiousity.

The blue eyes penetrate deep into my soul,

And they were so intense,

It hurt.

I keep up the pace,

Terrifyed of the creature behind me.

I trip and roll,

Down,

Down,

Down,

Into a ditch.

My attempt to get back up is useless,

For the being already had me.

I demand it to reveal itself,

And it does.

It pulls off the mask.

Blue eyes,

Blonde hair,

And the face of true horror.

It was me.