I am made of fear and darkness.
I open my eyes to dark woods and three houses.
When the shadows fall, that means it’s time to eat.
You might find me messing with three nice friends.
I dream in shadows of my prey;
My heart jumps when I’m close to eating them.
My biggest fear is dying of starvation, and
I have no friends at all.
I feel like I can do anything when I devour them.
There is nothing quite like the smell of three animals.
It’s time to rest in the dark times.