Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Not Good

When young, the fairy tales warned me

That children always must beware

Of all the evils lurking be,

Waiting to eat me anywhere.

As I grew older I found that

The children 'round me seemed to fear

Coming into my habitat.

They quickly left when I was here.

It was as though the children could

Know me for what I'd grown into

An old ogre who was not good,

Hard to admit, but it was true.

I cannot say I love my fate.

I have been eaten up by hate.