In the Darkest forest he waits for you,
With tempered gaze and patient mind he stalks,
As you walk in the darkness through and through,
Early he does does not move unlike young fox.
Not till the darkest hollow does he strike,
With speed matched by no other in your life,
His tooth and claw as treated steel are like,
With fang so sharp as to call it a knife.
From his trechorous hunger you do flee,
Leading him on a not so marry chase,
Find you holy groung; here wish you to be
Somewhere safe I warn thee 'tis not this place,
From forth this terror of the night woke you,
And life goes on as life will always do.