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Literature

Grief of a Monster

A shapeless creature was crying, Under my bed without breathing. I felt so sorry for the Monster. That’s why I choked my fear And buried it in the corner. With the courage born in me, To ask him I leaned over. ”What is the problem sir?” With the Monster’s words, The darkness torn into pieces: No goodness left to destroy out there, Or a hero worth to scare. Not even a lover is able to pierce through a mountain just to find his own fountain.*