Windows of the soul,
Eyes as black as coal.
Dripping daemon gore,
You hiss a little more.
Looming shadows grey,
Horns every-damn-which-way.
Dwelling in the black,
Just waiting to attack.
A hint of jealousy,
As you glare at me.
The greed of hunger lies,
As you make your tortured cries.
You pounce and I lie still,
I know you aim to kill.
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