Orge

An ogre roams through the dark and dense,

A fearsome creature, covered in hair.

Its roar echoes through the land immense,

And all creatures tremble in fear.

It stomps its feet and shakes the ground,

Its massive jaws and jagged teeth.

Its strength and size astound,

As it hunts for prey beneath.

But don't be fooled by this brute's exterior,

For there's more to it than meets the eye.

For underneath the tough and rough exterior,

Lies a heart that's often shy.

So if you see an ogre, do not run,

But instead try to see what lies inside.

You may be surprised by what you've begun,

And the friendship that cannot be denied.