I knew in sleep the beast would come,
And so I stayed awake too late.
My forest village lived to fear
My nightmares, clawing from their skies.
Beyond the lights of round-hut fires,
The Letter Bird had wasted worlds,
And screamed and stalked and hawked its prey.
It ripped at meat with metal beak.
They waited, huddled, through the night.
They heard its wings. I tried to wake,
And hoped, if not, their walls would hold,
And keep the Letter Bird at bay.
I rarely woke before it claimed
Another victim from my world.
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