In the forest's hush, a moth with hooded grace,

Oil lamp aglow, casting shadows to embrace.

Bugs cloak its form, a chilling trace,

A creature of night, in the darkened space.

Lamp takes flight, a menacing stance,

Bugs on the prowl, a menacing advance.

Flesh succumbs to their eerie trance,

A feast unfolds, a nightmarish circumstance...