Ah such sweet smell in the night
Wait!I can t tell,is it mine?
So much warm  blood on the floor
I crave for it as I reach for the door
I know now this house that God with clay built
I ground it out with my sharp,new teeth
All this rage in my head  is it mine?
Or its the shadow of the curse of Caine?
Wherever I look around with my eyes
Behind them the Beast quietly hides
But wait no there are other corpses here!
Allas they cannot walk or talk I fear....
So I am left here cold and alone
Thinking the terible things I ve done
Knowing I will never again see the sun
As my first night as a fledgeling begun...