The Cat of Arleth is my name
Eat my tail to keep me sane
Through the darkness it has crept
Where the sightless vagrants wept
The Cat of Arleth feeds on sorrow
Groping limbs that touch it harrow
Fields of nightmares it does plough
With it's sickly sweet meow
The Cat of Arleth has no face
Master craftsmen could but trace
It's wild grin of human teeth
Betrays the morbid ploy beneath
If you stare into my eye
I'll have your face
And then you'll die
The Cat of Arleth
until: 3 November 2021 15∶43∶37