In the shadows of the moonlit glen,
Where secrets dwell, untold by men,
There roams a creature, sinister and sly,
A demon hare with a gleaming eye.
Its fur as dark as the midnight sky,
It prowls in silence, no need to cry,
For the unsuspecting, it lies in wait,
To seal their fate.
Through woods it bounds with eerie grace,
A haunting specter in this darkened place,
And in its gaze, a hunger burns,
A thirst for hearts, a thirst that yearns.
One fateful night, a woman came,
With a mark upon her neck, a strange, cursed name, In her eyes, a mystery deep,
And in her dreams, the hare did creep.
It whispered secrets, dark and dire,
And lit a flame of unholy fire,
She felt its power, coursing through,
A twisted bond, she could not undo.
With every heartbeat, it drew her in,
The demon's will, a deadly sin,
She became its vessel, its puppeteer,
With each soul taken, its power clear.
Through tangled woods and moonlit haze,
She hunted prey, in shadowed ways,
And with a touch, a deadly art,
She ripped out hearts,
But in her eyes, a flicker of sorrow,
For she was bound to the demon's tomorrow,
A tragic tale of love and woe,
A dance of darkness, to and fro.
So beware the demon hare that creeps,
In moonlit nights, where darkness seeps,
For once it claims you, you'll never be free,
Bound to its curse, for eternity.
