She shivered in the misty morn
Her shoulders hunched, her face forlorn
She sat upon a fallen tree
At what she stared, he could not see
Into the woods, she stared so hard
At something she could not discard
Tom, sat beside her, said 'Hello'
But no emotion did she show
'What do you see, out in the trees?'
Her hissed reply made his blood freeze:
'THE DEMON! It watches, and eats up my breath
It feeds upon what little life I have left!'
'You lie!,' blurted Tom. 'There's nothing to see...'
But already his eyes wandered off to the trees
And within the misty, shadowy woods
Where his eyes would look away if they could
He caught a glimpse in the gnarly bark
Of a tree residing in a place most dark
Where something slithered and quivered and stared
Until his very soul he shared
The girl now stumbles free of the tree
But Tom is transfixed, transfixed as can be!
'I see it! I see it!
What shall we do?'
'WE shall do nothing,' she says,
'Now it's looking AT YOU!'