Transformation Poem by Paeton Clopp

Darkest days are of darkest nights
As they wait for the quizk fall of the evening light
Masters of the night hide oh so near
As they wait for a weak human to appear
Masters of controlling are oh so quick
To give the simple humans mind one little trick
With one little movve the human is trapped
Staring into its eyes that are oh so black
The pure control begins as the bite takes place
The venom is now in thy veins
And thy heart soon begins to race
Thy death is oh so quick but not quick enough
For if you awake
You will have a lust for the simple humans blood