Foolish are the eyes of mortal men. Blinded by their science and technology. Draining them of instinct. Draining them of spirit. Shells of nothing more than flesh wrapped water. Your illuminscent light drowning out the night taking away your fear of the dark and what liues there. Only fairy tales. Only stories to frighten children or give a good scare around a camp fire. Oh, we know all to well that your king has become dull and senseless. How easy it is for us to feed upon you as you are now. Yu see, because you don't believe, you don't remember, and that is how we like it. And if one of you do remember or see or reawaken... we take care of that too. How easy it is thanks to your science. It's just a crazy person! Medications upon medications dulling you back, back into the oblivious slumber you call life. Thank you, thank you for you arrogance! Because now when I am hungry I fear not reproach! Not do I fear discovery! No, now you are mine like a petuchulant child whom believes they are gods sol creation. You put Angels and Demons alike as mere statues for gardens. Mythological beasts are nothing more than good reading materials. I laught at you, do you know that? I laugh at your faith in technolgy. I laught at your security. As you do with sheep or calves to the slaughter so do we as we prey in the darkness. Slowly wrapping ourselves around your fragile bodies, sinking our teeth into that tender warm pulsing flesh. Over coming your complaints and restraints, You are mine … all mine. It's just a matter of time fools, and snap! Your life with ooze and my belly will fill. Sleep well my precious meal. Sleep well