When I was just a little girl,
I feared monsters ‘neath my bed.
As a teen, they tormented me,
When they moved into my head.
When I was a fair young maiden,
They were those I might have wed.
But as I grew into full bloom,
They soon feared my wrath, instead.
Older, I search the day’s headlines,
Clipping stories that I’ve read.
“Gray Hairs Found Near Mangled Corpses!”
“Each missing both heart and head!”
Monsters no longer frighten me,
Night’s not something that I dread.
Monsters protect me when I sleep
With their parts stowed ‘neath my bed.