Long ago there were two races.
Humans And Monsters.
They ruled in harmony and grace.
Lived in peace and wonder.
Hand in hand they held their heads high.
But the Human's grew greedy.
The monsters lived in kindness and quelled nightmares with lullabies.
The Humans with their envious hearts surged forward.
Blood and dust would litter the ground that day.
Mother's lost their children.
The wounded cried and their spirits waned.
The bystanders stared with their blank expressions.
The war lasted long and hardened the hearts of many.
They lost so much those years.
In the end.
The Human's were Victorious.
Filled with strength and a will they never knew they had, and they sealed the monsters underground.
They partied with joy in their hearts, unaware of what brewed beneath the scene. Those catacombs bore the hatred and somber mood of the Monsters. The held their heads low and awaited to strike.
Much chaos brewed on the surface. The Human's greed failed to quell. Left with empty souls and heavy hearts they turned on each other. Not just the men or the mothers, but the children and the animals as well.
Violence brought about a red "Hatred". The leaders spoke loud. Their voices booming. Their tones fabled to have calmed even the most carnivorous of beasts. But a child in the midst knew better than that. Knew the horrors they hid underneath. That the true monsters were not banished or hidden but right before them with words for claws and sagging skin for protection. Their violence kknew no bounds compared the sweetest serenade.
Hot boiling 'Hatred' gleamed in their eyes as they trudged up the mountain. The roots like walls and the gaping hole like a gate swung open, the child took their steps. This life they lived was no life to wonder with joy or glee. Only pain and sorrows to bare like a bolder on their back. With the will of a thousand fires they stepped onward and fell.
