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upon a hill he stands
graceful and divine
flames shines out of his eyes
to burn your courage away

his mortal image stretched to the moon
howl, adore the light
which shroud the night
in this nocturnal blue

like a terrible announcement
of his gory intention
crawl through the undergrowd
smell your white skin

fast, faster he run
he comes nearer
prepare for the deadly jump
you turn your back

to late to react
a bite in your neck
thats your dead
bloody read flesh

lacerated body
the creature turn to find
his next victim

your child