Darkness
Tremble little birds
Fluff of brown and white
Feel your hearts a shudder
Made of cinder’s light
You may have day ‘til dusk
Play, live, lust
But when the moon arises
So will the terror of the night
From my den I wake
Wings unfurl an inky darkness
Whiteness shines from teeth and claw
I can’t wait or bear to pause
Tonight I shall take my fill
Beware, my hole
Shake and shiver in your nest
While you sleep: fear
For you may be next
My dear
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