Up above the scary mountain.
Where the spooky noises shriek.
Lives a creature of many faces.
That only at night appears.
No one’s seen this monster.
Yet some claim that in their dreams.
It’s a creature with big claws.
And that everyone should fear Too many of these stories.
Have caused me trouble indeed.
For people lie and amplify.
So I ventured to its peak.
It was a scary dark night.
When I decided to do this.
And the winds blew very hard.
And the rain drops were thick.
As I climbed the great mountain.
I heard the sounds of the night.
The noises of my nightmares.
The monster’s lullabies.
The ground was very muddy.
That a few times I slid.
Back down a few meters.
Making it impossible to begin.
And my body shook all over.
I was very terrified.
The branches whistled softly.
And in them I saw white eyes.
Yet I continued my slow trek.
All the way up to the top.
Neither the cold, the wind or the rain.
Could’ve never made me stop.
Wet and shivering I wandered.
Until the monster’s cave showed.
Between the trees and out of nowhere.
Something inside it glowed.
And out the dark the biggest eyes.
That I had ever seen.
And not once they showed fear.
And not once they dared to blink.
And out the dark the biggest eyes.
Stared directly at me.
And not once they showed fear.
And not once they dared to blink.
But you see I had expected this.
For no monster in their right mind.
Would permit a stranger in their house.
No monster would be so kind.
But as the eyes grew closer and bigger.
So did my surprise.
For this was no monster at all.
This was a cute cub with big eyes.
He was friendly I might add.
And said the mountain was his home.
Said he’d seen no monsters there.
Under the trees or the stones.
We talked the whole night.
About the way he lived up there.
He lived a peaceful life.
And he never got scared.
I told him about the stories.
That went around the town.
And he laughed so hard at them.
That I felt like a clown.
Through the night and till the morning.
We talked and drank tea.
As it turned out the little monster.
Had better manners than me.
In the morning as I was leaving.
He said "it’s been a pleasure to meet.
Tell the people there’s no monster".
But I couldn’t guarantee….
He asked why….
And I told him it’s a whole other story.
And that the people believe.
What they can’t understand is bad.
And so finally we agreed.
To keep the legend as it was.
And not bother to tell a soul.
That the scary mountain was the house.
Of the monster with big claws.
