Remember the monsters?

You once told me we were here for a reason,
that we would have to find a way to escape,
to freedom.

You told me stories, great legends,
I always knew you were over-dramatic,
but you said there were those who threatened--
our very existence, maybe?
I forgot how you put it,
ever so eloquently.


Stories of ghouls, beasts, and monsters,
always in the way of conquest.

Why didn't you see them for what they were?
Why push them aside?

Keeping yourself alone, to you, it was always justified.

And now here we are, once more,
tell me love,
what do we do?

Will you roar?

I don't have the answers, T,
I am moving slow,
catching up,
following the stream-- the flow.

So while you find your way back to me,
please understand,
when it all falls down,
I'll always follow our plan.

Do you remember the monsters?

Two of a kind.

This is your design.

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