6 August 2012
There's something knocking on the door.
Creatures crawling under the stairs.
Footsteps across the floor.
Monsters working in pairs.
Beautiful eyes lighting up the air.
Making you think twice, claw marks ripping with a slice.
Eyes beautiful ice.
Staring into mine, crossing the line.
Torch loses it flame.
Falling for the touch.
Addicted to a beautiful monsters deadly game. My monster reclaims.
Beautiful Monsters • Opuss № I