3 ways
They are theBlood-thirsty monsters
Of our nightmares,
That we flee from in fright.
They are the makings of stories,
Of movies and books
That sends chills
Down our spines,
Or make us like
Them for what
They are shown as.
They are the things
Some long to be real
While others are glad
They are not.
Almost everyone
Sees them differently.
The only thing that matters…
Is how
You
See them
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