(Author's Note: I had this rhyme running in my head for a while. As a poem it's brief and fairly conventional, but then, an insane person is unlikely to come up with a particularly innovative work. That's my excuse, anyway. What began as frenzied whispering about a shadow creature degenerated into a grim tale of horror and sexual violence. So it goes.)

Terror, Terror, Terrorbeak,
Through the black-stained night you sneak,
From the shadow, from the deep,
To my darkened room you creep.

Terror, Terror, Terrorbeak,
Though these sturdy walls my keep,
Through the very cracks you seep,
Aiming for my throat you leap -

Terror, Terror, Terrorbeak,
For my virgin blood you seek,
Feel your tongue across my cheek,
Of what next – I cannot speak.

Terror, Terror, Terrorbeak,
You will never let me sleep,
Though I scream and though I weep,
To stop you I am far too weak.