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.