"Have you not heard, little girl?
Hunters often appear in the form of prey,"
he whispered the cautionary line
as he looked into her bright eyes.
She smiled,
so innocently,
like an untouched fairy.
"Of course I know, my love,"
her smile like soft moonlight.
But behind her eyes
the world never saw the shadow,
showing the demoness.
He embraced her soft curves wispering,
"Darling, take the mask off..."
His monster was in love with his demoness,
the walking nightmare
that belonged
only to him.