Facade

I

will

always

protect

.

.

.

you

.

the boy

was still

the creature would

wait

his eyes

the size

of double moons

blue

moons

.

.

.

blond hair

in delicate wisps

creamy skin

in a dainty shade

such a contrast

to the monster

made to execute

made to punish

made

to

kill

.

.

.

the hand

left the

pure honey-colored

hair

and the monster

passed

not wanting

to taint

the boy

anyMORE

then he already

had