Damp, dreary darkness deplores,

Carnal, creepy crawly carnivores;

Intense, insane ink implores,

Ferocious, freaky fatal Ferovores.

As if to follow, a feeling of dread,

Turn around; your already dead.

Yet still alive, you cannot hear;

Frozen stiff of stupefying fear.

Quick tense JOLTS of fright,

Meta-angelic infectious blight.

Consuming darkness; throat is tight;

Slipping away, can you see the light?

Closing in like sharks of land;

Smell your nerves, you cannot run!

Around every corner, this is no fun;

Heated pursuit, an iron brand.

You can’t even run, let alone hide!

How will you live, how can you abide?

You feel weak, don’t you feel sick?

What is this madness, a cruel trick?

Knees feel sore, ankles are broken,

Thighs are cramped- I HAVE SPOKEN.

What did I hear? The Ferovore is here?!

Running! Sprinting! I’m a frightened deer!

What have I found? Am I still alive?

When daybreak hits, they simply dissipate?

By day they are gone, but by night they do thrive.

Like a moth to a flame, death is your fate!

Have solace in day; your only freedom.

Be happy with the sun; it shines.

Feel safe in the midst of your kingdom.

Never forget the darkness; your soul it pines.

Night falls and your life is no more;

Death by the haunting ferovore.