I found a monster
As I walked along within the woods
This monster
He wore  the face of a child

Small things
Small things gave it away
The way its low growls emanated from his throat
How he tore away at his food with vicious anger
How he howled at sight of the moon

He was not loving
He was not tender
As small children ought to be
I was blinded
Blinded by the face

I tried to fix a monster
But the monster only hated me
I tried to fix a monster
But the monster only ate me