It was a dark deed done in the night Not so long ago, we were not alone
They had hard, thicker eyebrow ridges than us, sharply sloping foreheads No chins Lonely roamers Eyes black and blank Hunt for cunts Some dark souls with curious follies
Significantly smaller cranium capacity Mental retardation Mimicking advanced behaviours He who eats anything Human meat Entrails of the child
Flores island in the sixteenth century grim and sombre The mountains of mist and slumber Massacre and murder, many a year Feud unfading
In a warm, humid rainforest that teemed with death Grime-ridden and gritty grey cave settings
Ambushing the young, a meter-tall hominid murderer Death-shadow dark, lurking in the livelong night
Followed by fog and filthy air A girl-thirsty wanderer
They watch village girls play Waiting for nightfall to steal them away Morning moisture blurring the blasphemy
Nonhuman in appearance Behaviours were human The obsession towards necrophilia Accompanied by mutilation
They saw love as we see death A playful play, joy from fresh cadavers After death-day Most painful of fuckings and feasts of the night