There are monsters and then there are monsters

Earth dreams in the night    
as the sun hides her light  
and darkness steals the might    
lulling the world to sleep    
releasing creatures of the deep    
hunting errant souls to keep    
born in the darkest hour    
the blackness is our power    
the souls of men to devour    
relishing the bitter and the sour    
spying on a tasting lass    
whose image was cut from glass    
beauty sitting in meadow grass    
with eyes that see in the dark    
she bids me welcome as a lark    
"hello sir monster stark"    
gnashing teeth of menacing fear    
she laughs and calls me dear    
hurling kindness like a spear    
stricken I lay helpless in her lap    
having fallen into the trap    
mighty strength does she tap    
"dear monster mine"    
"you are big and strong and fine"    
"tonight I shall jubilantly dine"