The coming

The moon was full as well the sky with stars that filled the empty hope of children that has no fear of death or pain yet...but one child will know what death is, the the wind made a shooh in the bay of the trees as the small town was dead as the lighta were faded.with sleeping murrs pray to the beast that lurks in the shadows picking what meal will be his tonight what will satisfy his thirst, as soon as he laid his eyes on a small Greenhouse his mouth begins to water as he was making way to the closest window they house had to see a back of a young lady, "oh you look tasty my dear...tonight we eat