It drew a web around them with the power of its mind
Held them at its mercy with the contempt of its kind
For those lesser species that lived in the light
Thrall to the whims of the rulers of the night
The haul had been so very bountiful
The sensed pulses of fresh food
Promised that the feeding would
Restore the strength of the brood
The hiding from the searchers smelling out the lairs
Had meant a constant watch to keep all safely there
But with the rising of that seventh day's sun
Just as abruptly and suddenly as it had begun
The searching had so quickly ceased
For the searcher's festive day of rest
And in that lull hunting was restored
To the very very best
It could sense all around
The bloods quick pound
Speeded by pure fear
As the dark drew near
All around the hide he could hear the brood stir
And for this once fresh food was amply there
Anticipation curled back lips to show there beneath
The long white length of the daggered feeding teeth
