Cacturne's Agenda
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Deathly silent in the sun,
I wait for one, a child to stun.
When that one comes into sight,
I long to follow him all the night.
He knows that I am watching,
Yet he's clearly botching.
He fails to perceive who I really am,
I'm a scarecrow, not a plant.
He tries to move, but he can't.
Packs of me take him away,
In my lair, he will stay.
His blood, his blood I crave.
tonight, he will be my slave.
Credited to Darkrai990
Originally uploaded on November 17, 2012
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