it is dark here where the sun never shines and the moonlight never ventures and multi-legged things crawl unseen in the gloom and shadows. something stirs within the mirk.

something says “we must be brave”
something else says “we must be bold”
something says “but we must eat, yess”
something else says “something sweet, something juicy, what”
something says “something crunchy, something soft”
something else says “yess, something tasty, something catch’d in the dark”
something says “something that doest’n know us”
something else says “and doest’n sees us”
something says “yess, we creeps up behind them”
something else says “we must be crafty yess”
something says “we must be clever”
something else says “yess, clever, but not hungry, no”
something says “yess, how we wish to catch a …”
something else says “what ist it that we wants to catch”
something says “something to eat”
something else says “something softly crunchable”
something says “something juicy sweet”
something else says “something sweetly creeping softly in the shades”
something says “something”
something else says “yess”
something says “so sweet to eat”
something else says “something sweet to meet”

something suddenly moved in the dark, a groping clammy claw griping a nameless thing crawling unawares in the muck.

“yesss” hissed dr shy