You will know him by his powers,

His inhuman speed,

His sinister silence,

The way he can fly at the flick of an eyelid;

By his ability to conceal himself in the shadows,

His talon-like claws,

Very sharp;

Made for tearing flesh. (more…)

He takes his brain out every night

And puts it in a bucket,

Each yellow ochre coloured cell

Emits a foul and fetid smell and starts to pound

Then starts to swell,

Rising slowly

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