A strange entity looms in the shadows, not of black but white
The warmth that others hoard as life, betrays them to its sight
It hangs above and around, breathing down on your neck
But with interests more filial than turning your day to wreck
Rather than gobble you whole it would spit you a noxious ordeal
And leave through tunnels and caverns in search of a happy meal
A hunter for its spawn, of method stealthy and crude
Yet parent nurturing and devoted to its bloodsucking brood
ALLOTTER OF CRAWLING DEATHS
GIGGINOX