Tiger, tiger, burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat,

What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? What dread grasp

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,

And water'd heaven with their tears,

Did He smile His work to see?

Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright

In the forests of the night,

What immortal hand or eye

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

-The Tiger

By William Blake

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"Mommy," a young girl's voice pierced the darkness of the night. "Mommy, I saw a monster." She shook her mother awake, tears streaming from her eyes. "Mommmyyyyy..."

"What?" an older woman's voice came through groggily, giving light to the room with her promise of comfort. "It's okay, honey. Monsters don't exist." She reached for her daughter, welcoming her to spend the rest of the night with her.

"It was scary, mommy. It was orange and black, with bright eyes...and it was covered in blood and...it was just...awful..." she sobbed into her mother's shoulder as she tried to go back to sleep.

"shh...shh...it's okay, Jesse. There are no such thing as monsters..."

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Blargh. There were some formatting errors in the original draft. Luckily, it's early in the day, so I don't think many people saw it. Yay for proofreading! haha...once again, please please please PLEASE read this beyond the intro! I swear I'm not some crazy tree-hugger person. Okay..well...I am a little crazy. And I AM a bit a of a treehugger, but not together! . '' Just...read it! Okay? Read it, and send me LOTS of reviews so I can make the story enjoyable to allll...

-Dragonn