Under Darkest Cover

Under the darkest of nights eerie cover’s claim
I unclothe myself and be who I am… the woman beast
Scurrying the forests floor for little eatable trinkets
Small animals I forage, bugs I’ll feed and children I’ll feast.

Howling with the moon’s full whitest aura
I gnash my teeth and run the forests trails
I’m the woman beast that lives her ultimate dreams
Slithering in the murky ponds and cattails.

With a small whimper I can hear for miles and miles
Trusting my senses I bolt for the wounded
Reaching the small injured bounty
I claim its soul for mine, in which I hunted.

Under darkest cover I cannot be recognized
Not the librarian at your local elementary
Checking out books to your children by day
Hunting them by night… it’s quite revolutionary!

The beast that is not discriminatory at all
Flesh is flesh and blood is hopefully mine to drink
After cutting a hunk a flesh off of your body
Dandling it between your eyes…don’t you blink!!!

I’m the most beautiful beast in the states
The ruler of my own dark fortress of Jericho within
Wander in my domain and you’re my dinner
Watch out for the beastly beast’s discipline.

Word of my talents have reached across the oceans
Fear overwhelms people all around
The world wasn’t prepared for such a sick entity
Taken to the rich evils that darkness sounds.

Beware of this woman who is beastly suave
Luring you under the darkest of nights cover
Entering my domain that traps you within
Allowing me to go unnoticed while YOU I devour!