Description
A beast that preys, just for the thrill
Stalks its den, spouse, and young
The air fills with a haunting chill
The child holds her breath and tongue
Quietly moving through the halls
As to not upset the sleeping beast
But to no avail, as it’s enthralled
For actions that were concerned the least
Torment ensued over child’s play
Concealed bruises to hide her shame
Nothing seemed to go her way
Thought she was the root to blame
Hatred flows deep through her core
Bottled up and stored in chambers tight
No child should suffer the life she bore
Where fear haunts her day and night