A somber moon peers down tonight through its mask of eerie clouds upon domiciles frozen by fright of the reaper adorned in shrouds who prowls the streets for kids for they possess souls pristine and repentance the hunger forbids so earning death from the Queen whose emissary has long arrived learning of the butcheries past as well as the motives derived hence it's known what bait best to lure the prey into the nest
Therefore a child wanders the street and such a pretty little thing she is adorned in rags hugging self for heat her bright eyes surely a fancy of his in a perfect contrast to filthy skin awhile she shivers in a summer chill whispering for mother in shaking din assuming she's next he's soon to kill so bold as to call for Dad quite loud still like a statue for a wanted reply she swallows and sobs with head bowed alone in the dark where a monster lie with none to help when he soon appear to claim the prize he holds so dear