Darkness. Rain. Moonlit haze.
Beautiful child. calm eyes gaze.
I approach her for an embrace.
A blur arrives, minds starts to race.
So naive was I...
To attempt to touch this beast.
So here I shall lay...
To be her bloody feast.
Even in death, I can see her warmth.
As the teeth within become hell.
Such a fool I was to claim this child.
Now my body is a shell.
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