• In corners of the darkness
    Where silent shadows lie
    Resides a single being
    With a dark lust in its eye

    It dreams of many, many things
    Some odd, and very strange
    Or other things, though very small,
    That never seem to change

    But nobody has seen it
    No one can make a claim
    And if they had, that wouldn't matter
    Because it doesn't have a name