Let Monsters Sleep

She sleeps, then wakes to sleep again. Please let her be. She should remain this way to keep others safe. When alert, her knowledge grows with destruction no one should know. She's a difficult essence.

Her mood switches. Pure, soulful eyes darkened with demands. She can't be pleased. An insatiable list to remain incomplete. 

Desirous!!!

She's hasty, with evil wishes. She wants what she wants , she must have it now! It is already too late. Patience can't wait. 

Butterflies guide her; they stay beside her. Honey glued to long strands of thick, blackish-brown hair. A pacifier to keep her calm, to simmer over violent emotions. 

A swarm rumbles in her belly, with plans to flood and infect. 

Her fluttery friends, intelligent beings, know the risk shall she wander the world without their guidance. The butterflies tell her beautiful lies for the greater good. They are organisms created to tame her. However, this is not a perfect system. They have limits. 

They feed her drowsiness and droplets of life juice,  a vital recipe.

She feels the truth in parts and pieces of what they murmur. Yet, scattered and fragmented. A desire to come together and be made whole. She grasps with see-through fingers, thus can't take hold. It's good her memory is lazy, a fog of hidden detail. The need for awareness to mature and grow. 

If this balance falters, the butterflies flutter away in nervous frustration.

They must regroup and come together quickly with desperate attempts to re-attach.

A dangerous situation.

She growls as the butterflies stitch to wavy locks of hair. Whispers of buttery falsehoods distract and keep her attention. She can't help but listen.

In her slumber, she watches those who live in a place where she longs to go. They laugh and linger; she desires to draw blood with hands and fingers that don't work.

She can't feel a thing. Her hollow heart, a wooden part.

If the butterflies were to interpret and explain the depths of this evil entity, they would say:

You see a gorgeous child who appears to oversleep. You want to rescue her but, it's not what you think. She isn't a little girl; she is a monster waiting to be. She is the collective of an evil world. The deliverer of pain. It is her purpose, her only mission.

You may wonder why we, an intelligent force, can't stop this.

We'll say this. She is a natural momentum; in response to the hum of the wicked who walk planet earth. If we extinguish her, she materializes again. She doesn't end.

We feel the curiosity rise within you. Be warned. You must not show interest. Don't let her consume you; that is her intention.

Let this creature sleep. Wake her after society destroys itself. She'll finish the deed , to end the misery. 

But be cautious … she's tricky.

Yes, she resembles a child but is the sleeping beauty of beasts. 

Please let monsters sleep. If you wake her, she will learn , she will know. You must remember when awakened, and alert for too long, her knowledge accumulates like a fungus. An insidious growth that bubbles and turns vicious. 

Yet, don't lose hope. If the world shall turn wholeheartedly from evil deeds to love; and genuine care for another. As this force holds steady, with the prevalence of light to balance the dark … a reason to hope gains energy. 

This force outshines the crust of all evil that remains. She, the monster, transforms into an ever light. She shines the brightest bright; to penetrate the darkest hole of humanity. From emptiness, numbed of feeling to a vessel that overflows with grace. 

Released from protection to rainbows of fruitful existence. 

Until then … if that day should ever come.

LET HER BE … our final words …