(I made a poem for it off the top of my head. It's terrible. XD) On the cry of midnight, a creature strikes It inhabits the forest, with eyes of stripes You may run, as fast as you can, But nobody gets away, not animal nor man. not known by features, name, or appearance, it's form is horrid, to those who have seen it. To know the name of what cannot be known, to live to tell the tale, the story of the unknown. A pentagram lay on the palm of their hand, Fear strikes those who bestow upon it, in the middle of their land. You can't escape the demon of the night, not in any way, fight or flight. Be weary of this monster, for it will find you, On the darkest of nights, right there behind you. Before your last breath, pain will spike, as it eats you up, with its teeth sharp as a knife.