Who is it

That dares

To venture

Into my

Territory?

Is it the damn

FBI again?

How many times

Must their mission(s)

Fail before

They realize

That it would

Be better to just

Leave the area alone?

Apparently,

They are very

Dumb. Thought so.

For when does

A person

With a right mind

Continue

Coming back

Time after time,

Again and again?

Someone who

Is very stupid,

ThatÕs whoÉ

I hear the bells

Of the Jester

(No one knows her

Real name,

Not even herÑ

It has been

Lost over

These many

Centuries.)

And figure

That she has

Picked up those

Vibrations, tooÉ

I stalk toward

The presence

Of the intrudersÉ

They do not hear me,

But I hear themÉ

What fools

These mortals be!

I must laughÑ

A strange choking soundÑ

In spite of myself.

Are they after

My Love?

Trying to capture

Him on their lowly

Cameras?

Ha! TheyÕll find him,

But it will be my Love

Who finds them

FirstÉ.

And thenÑ

Feeding time!

But IÕll leave

The heads alone

This time.

This time no one

Will escapeÉ

Why else would

They keep coming

Back for my Love?

This time will be the lastÑ

And the Jester

And me will make sure

Of thatÉ

I see my Love.

He has spotted

The intrudersÑ

I feel no pity

For them.

After all, this is

My homeÉ

Go get Ôem,

My Love.

They do not

Belong here

And never did.

The whole campsite

Suddenly lights

Up with a hellish,

Bright (white) light.

Aww! A mangled scream

Emits from my throatÉ

My eyes!

My eyes!

They hurt and burn

Like the fires of

Kilatay (Hell)!

It is a trap!

And my Love

Walked right

Into it!

Or is it?

I hear no guns,

No explosionsÉ

Maybe it wasnÕt

A trapÑ

But, instead,

Some kind of Òalert/alarmÓ

SystemÉ

I open my eyesÑ

They have adjusted

Quite rapidlyÑ

Good, they are normal

Then.

I hear shouts of excitement:

ÒHurry! Get the cameras!

HeÕs here!

HeÕs here!Ó

What do they think

They are dealing with?

Bambi?!

I sneak up to the

Clearing and grab

The man closest

To the edge

Of the light,

Plaster my hand over

His mouth,

And pull him

Back into the darkness.

His screams

Are muffled

As I sink my

Claws deep

Into his chest.

They are weak,

They have no protectionÉ,

I think to myself.

Blood seeps

From the wounds.

What are

You doing here?!

ÒNothingÉ,Ó

he stammers.

What an idiot.

Are all the living

Like this?

Tell meÉ Or die! Do

You

Want to be

Food for a zombie?

Nothing.

I sense

Great fear

Building up

Inside himÉ

GoodÉ

Makes the flesh

So much more

TastierÉ

My stomach

GrowlsÑ

I guess I am

HungryÑ

Seeing as how

I havenÕt

Eaten anything

In two weeks!

(Though I should

Still be full

From the FBI

Feeding.)

Well, do ya?

ÒN-n-noÉÓ

Well, then,

What are you

Here for?

ÒA documentary.Ó

I pull my claws

Out of his chest.

Blood gushes

Out of the deep

Wounds.

Unfortunately,

HeÕs still alive.

In a flash

IÕve cut his throat

With one of

My claws,

Ending his life

Right then and there.

I drag the corpse

Into the light

(More like the edge

Of the shadows)

And toss him,

Dead,

Into the clearingÉ

ÒWhat the fuck was THAT?!Ó

Someone screams.

And then

All Hell

Breaks loose.

My Love

Is chopping

Everyone left

And right.

Not long after

It all starts,

(The panic,

That is),

ItÕs overÉ