"...my monsters are real..."
all subtle tender placed on hold
until the work is done
a stricken home has made one cold
till closure has been won
with sword in hand it sets its sights
towards enemies that bleed
in tempered rage prepares its fights
in spaces they concede
for know they not the mind or skill
of that which hunts by day
for sharpened breath sets forth its will
till end has met their way
~apollo
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