Little voices of word, in charm they whispered of what they wished.

"What is it you wish my children on this darkened night,

But no voices spoke, good taught vices, strangers to never have spoke.

"Children never worry, I only ask out of alone you are on this night,

Then a voice speaks out, as I have walk further in to twilights grasp,

"Kind lady my children hunger, do you so generously offer to feed?

"Children who spoke those words unseen?

"Father told us to take this form, to earn our supper this night,

Form? as shivers perforated her mind, hands grasping at wrists tight.

**"Your our feed, and your soul tastes just this side of ripe.....