In the shadows deep, where no one sees,

The monster whispers beneath the trees.

Claws so sharp, scales so gray,

“It’s fine, I never belonged here anyway.”

It watches children laugh and run,

Bathes in the warmth of the distant sun.

Yet when it steps, they shy away,

“It’s fine, I never belonged here anyway.”

Its voice once sang, its hate once little,

But time has withered the heart so brittle.

Each dream it chased led astray,

“It’s fine, I never belonged here anyway.”

Beneath the moon, it carved its place,

A lonely hollow, a void of grace.

It’s heart beats slow, its mind will say,

“It’s fine, I never belonged here anyway.”

Perhaps the monster isn’t a beast,

But a young, carefree spirit at least,

Still, no one will come, no one will stay,

“It’s fine, I never belonged anyway.”