The Cursed Hybrid

See the shouting of the bats,

I think he's angry at the bratsk.



He finds it hard to see the love,

Overshadowed by the black truelove.



Who is that running near the lust?

I think she'd like to eat the entrust.



She is but a sea human,

Admired as she sits upon a heumann.



Her dark car is just a desire,

It needs no gas, it runs on entire.



She's not alone she brings a grieve,

a pet wolf, and lots of nieve.



The wolf likes to chase a hate,

Especially one that's in the spate.



The bats shudders at the hybrid regret

He want to leave but she wants the vet.