There was a girl,
And a monster,
He was not scary,
As you might think,
He was kind,
Unimaginably so,
Gentle and cautious,
He dwelled on the negative,
The scars within him,
The makings of the monster,

But the girl saw,
Past the blood and bruises,
And inside there was a boy,
A broken boy,
He seemed scared,
Of something,
Of nothing,

She prayed,
Day and night,
That he would shed the scars,
And see,
There was no monster at all,
It took months,
Weeks,
Days,
Seemingly forever,
They were breaking,
But she wouldn't give up,

It was raining,
The black sky thundered,
On the day,
The monster died,
The girl gave him,
A mirror,
Cracked and framed,
In red rust,
He looked inside,
And the monster found,
The boy