the shadow of claws

The dark tree grows

The branchs reaching to the house

The shadow moves in the dim light

Of the cloudy moon in the dark sky

The party going in full

The music and vibrations ring

But who pays watching?

In the party mood nobody sees

The laughter whipping up

A few women dancing strip tease

The men clapping hands

Some whistle in the night

The women whip it up

Removing their clothing one by one

The dark branches reaching out

Of claws in the dim light

But who pays watching?

The howling wind suddenly hit

The men and women stop

They see shadows flying around

The women scream

The men run to the house

The dark tree grows

The claw like branches reach the spot

Nothing is known

The heavy downpour hit the ground

The rattling sound of lisping rain

The echo of water and the soft crying

The dirty rainfall seeping through

Mixing with the red of blood

The shadows move along

The howling of the bloody beasts