�Shadowed by the robes of night and stars looking down,
a creature of darkness emerges and frowns,
for it is filled with a grizzly hunger,
a crimson warm beating monger.
So it flies up - up to the moon,
hasten in its hunt, before time strikes of noon.
Through leaves and trees and dirt as well,
a victim was soon to be in the creatures spell.
For there she was, innocent and ripe,
ready for plucking, unready for a fight.�
- Caruu -
