In the darkness of the chilling night--
Where nothing was in eyesight,
There was the sting of death blow--
An enfoldment of a shadow.
The soft scream was so silent
As the deed, indeed violent,
Stole the light out the soul
And grinned in response to its goal.
As the light was a beauty like no other-
Thirst clenching like pure water.
Then it became addicted
Thus the deed continued
