O' beasts and fiends and creatures of fright! Nightmares stalk these woods this night. Flee to your hovels, your boughs and brooks. For something wicked this way comes. A pitch-fork plague with black-tooth grin. A fallow heart doth misery bring. Begone! Now fiends the shadows call. Before the humans kill us all... Yeah, I went with the 'people are the real monsters' thing... somebody had to! Image done in Artrage. Poem done in the shower! Whole thing took two or three days on and off. Thanks for looking!