Monster

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When I first saw her,
She stood blood soaked by the moor.
Somehow we became friends,
And I wanted something more.
I already knew how this would end,
Yet I never turned away from her.
She engulfed me in her madness,
Promising me all, but love.
Still, I never turned away from her.
Her claws destroyed my world,
But her existence rebuild it.
I only smiled as she devoured the last piece of me,
For she was my beautiful fated end.

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