A monster came in the night,To eat my soul.
I broke my soul into little pieces, To hide.
In the inking of a story, Between the covers.
I left pieces in the woods, Among the leaves.
And the monster spread like a storm, Searching on the winds.
I bunkered my love deep, Like a tent in the snow.
I left pieces in the mountains, Among the rocks.
In the presence of the ancients, I flung my whole.
And I was a battered soul, Dusty-winded-crumbled.
The book sat on the shelf.
The leaves fell with the frost.
The tent sat in the cold.
The rocks fell from the mountain.
And the monster found the hidden pieces, So he began to eat my soul.