Kalopsia.

ria and the monster in the tree

this is a story about a girl called ria,
she's just like you,
except now all she does is live in a fear,
without a clue.

ria lived in the bush with the insects,
she lived in the wood,
and earned all the respects,
or as many as she could.

but the monster stared at her from the opposite tree,
and hid behind the leaves,
and envied that she was so free,
living with the magpie thieves.

this monster thought ria was pretty,
but he envied how she'd act so sweet,
and the way her best friend was a kitty,
which was kinda neat.

but the monster grew cold,
when ria said she didn't want his candy,
because it was too old,
and instead offered his candy to mandy.

he didn't want to give his candy to mandy though,
he didn't ask mandy if she wanted it,
mandy had too much dough,
and he didn't like that one bit.

it made mandy greedy,
she had enough,
and she was already so needy,
and that was too rough.

and he kept asking ria until he gave up,
he asked until she ran away,
and that was quite enough,
until he found a different game to play.

he'd force his candy into her hand,
he wanted her to have it, that was his present,
not for the raccoon band,
or anyone else to resent.

he watched ria from her new home,
which was the sky above his head,
and far higher than every architect in rome,
and brighter than a violent shade of red.

and ria stood so tall,
she was higher than the length of the trees,
and she wouldn't fall,
straight to her knees.

she never jumped a height she wouldn't meet,
and she never kissed the floor with her teeth,
only kissed the branch with her feet,
that was underneath.

the monster in the bushes hid compressed,
he hid and watched as she refused to fall to her knees,
but he also saw when she was distressed,
and that gave him all the keys,
and the clues he needed to make her fall.

and boy he did what he wanted when she turned her head to the right,
and the monster was so cruel,
to ruin her night.

but was it ria's fault she looked away,
was it ria's fault she wasn't aware,
that he'd watched every day,
but she never saw his glare?

was it rias fault that her dress laid just beneath her thighs,
or that her hair was down to her back?
or the way she could speak so elegantly in
her own little lies,
and that they'd never fall through the crack?

was it rias fault that she drank the flies potion,
or that she ate the apple that god gave?
or was it the monster for watching her every motion,
and got her when she wouldn't be able to save?

was it the monster for knowing when she'd be weak,
or knowing where she'd be,
was it the monster who knew how to ruin her week,
and knowing which way to turn each key?

so why when she spoke of the monster who ruined each feeling,
and the monster who hurt her so bad,
sent her reeling,
and made her so sad.

that she was told it was her who brought it upon her shell,
because she should've seen he was there,
and she should've learned that she shouldn't have fell,
and that it wasn't fair,
that she allowed him to watch her every move,
that she should've been more aware his eyes were prying,
and staying her on her groove,
and that what if she was just lying?

but ria wouldn't bend the truth,
ria knew the monster was out there watching on another ria,
maybe watching as this ria sat in a booth,
trembling in fear.