The pheal of a ravening jackal
tore through the soul of night,
the sky was raging cinnabar,
by an evil moon made bright.
All around lay calcined bones,
a harvest of despair,
and rags of pulsing human flesh
bestrew the jackal’s lair.
Once more the piercing cry goes forth,
a siren for the dead.
I really must stop eating cheese
before I go to bed.