They are the stories we are told as children.

So beyond belief that that they cause only a thrill, a delight.

Until you hear the tales that are not fiction. 

Until the day comes that you see one truly, and it sees you.

And unlike an animal, or a monster, it knows you.

It has heard stories of you, as a child.

And those stories caused it to thrill, to delight.

To Hunger.

-Reflections on Demons, by an unknown poet