14 October 2012
Can't think of a name for this, any ideas?
Dear my fellows I shall let you know That what I do here is just me
I stalk my predators And scare them at night I make a feast of their bones And feed off their fright
And their blood keeps me fed I take most of them But keep some for you
I like to see your faces When you find the present I've left In all of its places
And then comes the screams That howl in the night Their pitch full of fright Just because of what I left
Opuss № I