My Favorite Little Monster...

You were always my favorite little monster, When I was a child you hid under my bed Feeding my head with scary tales. When I got a little older You played in my subconscious, Getting colder but growing bolder. As a young man we walked hand in hand Like two old friends who knew The ends to all the stories. Now, I've grown old but my heart isn't cold, You keep me company, not as my enemy But as he who looks back at me From the mirror.