The night was dark, much darker than
A night like this should be
Though moon was out and shining bright
It did not reach through the trees

The silence here was absolute
Even the wind was deathly still
No faintest creak of swaying tree
Or rustle from their leaves

No scurrying sound on forest floor
As creatures go about nightly tasks
No hoot of owl from top of trees
It was as if all had died within

The senses slowly become aware
Of a stench most odious and vile
This hateful smell like hands reach out
To grasp all within it's reach

And now a sound to chill to the bone
Of something that was spawned elsewhere
Not part of this planet called 'Earth'
But from deep within the hell of hells

The only chance to escape alive
Is to leave right now before too late
Perchance should you see this thing
Then be dammed to hell for eternity