And she eats at night when no one's around
She drinks her water without the slightest sound

And when she thinks about her life
She wants to go grab her knife

And after the night she goes to bed
She craves the blood she takes to make dead

And soon when she wakes the very next night
She opens her lid, slides out, and gets ready to fight


Penned by my hand on the 24th of Slyphian, in the year 72 MA.