lurking

in the dark forest,

lurks a monster,

with the face of a person;

a beautiful person.

the monster walks in the night,

fangs out, and smiling, as he waves to that squirrel on the field.

he walks with grace and walks slowly, not a sound comes.

except for one sound.

the only one that makes him crazy and gives him a daze;

the sound of fresh blood pumping, in the forest haze.