The Monster

by K.C. Mendan

The monster loomed

Shapeless, faceless

She could see the child scream

Cowering in upon itself

It had lost its senses

In the shadow of the monster

She set out on a quest

So many, many years

Treasures, she had found

Each precious to her

She collected maps, guides

She wanted the monster dead

You know why the monster is here

You still have choices

Predict your misfortune, prepare

Tell yourself a better story

This time she looks up

The monster does not loom

She gets home

She is tired

She puts her weapons away

She hopes the monster stays asleep

But because she hopes, she knows it will come

Her monster