What a beautiful day!
Wonder who I'll find?
In these woods today.
Some new prey?
Who ever it might be,
Won't matter to me.
Cause I'm in the mood,
To have a snack if I could.
Wanting to quench,
My everlasting thirst.
I run to the river,
and look what I find.
A boy.
The fates have been kind,
to bring me this fisher boy.
He seems to be sleeping.
I like my prey awake,
I like them weeping,
I want the last thing they see,
to be little old me.
A devilish smile creeps on my face,
as I look into his mind.
Once a hidden place,
becomes open and free.
Look what I find!
The image of a bee,
flowing through his head.
I pull the image out,
with a magical thread.
Now the fear,
becomes real.
And now I wait,
for him to take the bait.
Oh fisher boy,
my new toy.
I watch you twitch,
and start to wake,
From your childish dream.
Your face become white,
from that tiny sight.
You run and scream,
trying to get away.
This continues to make my day.
Salty tears,
begin to your blind eyes.
I jump from behind the tree,
so you can finally see
Little old me.
My presence increases your fears.
I place my hand,
around your throat,
and watch you squirm.
How easily I lift you up,
With just one hand.
I start to tilt my head,
to gulp you down.
My throat expands,
to fit your body.
You start to scream,
as loud as you can,
but nobody,
will hear you today.
Cries of pain,
echo through my stomach,
as it burns you alive.
What a yummy snack that was.
But how long until I'm hungry again?