When darkness is still at hand,

Just before dawn.

When the moon is still visible

And the stars are long gone.

There comes a mythical entity,

Mingled with the breeze

Shape shifted to a bird

Perched, high up in the trees.

Who knows, of the realms, it has seen

With those eyes, as black as coal

Is it just sitting and staring

Or is it waiting for dusk;

 ........... To devour your SOUL..........