The stalker waits
She bides her time
Day or night, Rain or shine
Her patience is a sight to see
Still as still as still can be

Her muscles twitch
She sees her mark
She homes in on them like a shark
She licks her lips and coils to spring
The hapless victim knows nothing

With a scream the stalker pounces
Round the victim romps and flounces
The victim howls with fear, then mirth
It's just Armelia covered in earth
grubby little urchin she
Really is a sight to see
Enough to frighten wolves and bears
She really needs to brush her hair
No wonder the victim squeaked in fright
Armelia needs a bath tonight

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Ero, in the year 251 AF.