A child once wrote a story
Carefully crafting a hero
Capable of destroying the Monsters
Hidden underneath her bed

As she grew, the savage Horrors
Grew more clever in their constructs
Dispersing from the shadows, to the
Forms she encountered through her life

Emboldened and unafraid her champion
Adapted in kind to parry each new
Visaged visitation, through the novelty
Radiating from her inner regality

Until the day her heart blossomed
Letting the Leviathan gain access
Through the guise of love, and
Shatter her imagination into the
Mist that manipulates her mind