There are lots of different creatures here.

Some small, some large, some yet to be found out.

There are some that stare at you in the mirror.

Hiding, hiding in plain sight seeking out,

Your love, your plight, your will to live and all.

They eat you, carve you, and churn you to bits.

Haunting, changing, biting. And when you fall,

You’ll die. Leaving you there for dark bottomed pits.

For there is a lesson to be learned, don’t venture,

To places where creatures can cling to you.

But, alas, you went there for love, for pleasure.

To escape all society after two.

What path is there that you think is the best?

Because, I am not fond of the rest.