Once there was a lonely man

He made friends out of clay

He taught them how to talk

He taught them how to play

He gave them all names

He gave them all purpose

He left them out at night

They moved around with fright

"Who is our creator?"

"Who is will protect us?"

He was not what they thought

Just a lonely man with a love of art

He couldn't protect them

He couldn't fight

His monsters ate them up that night.