Cannibals meadow.

In a meadow rich and wide,
Where flowers bloom and butterflies glide,
Lived a girl with eyes so bright,
Who marveled at each fluttering sight.

With hands so gentle, skin so fair,
She danced with grace, light as air,
Among the daisies, under the sun,
A picture of innocence, second to none.

But as the dusk embraces day,
A darker hunger starts to sway,
Her smile, once sweet, now bears a twist,
A craving she cannot resist.

Her friends, so dear, with laughter light,
Begin to vanish from her sight,
One by one, they disappear,
As the town is gripped with growing fear.

No one suspected the girl so sweet,
With blood-stained lips, where horrors meet,
The meadow's beauty, her perfect cover,
As she feasted on others, one after another.

The flowers still bloom, the butterflies dance,
Oblivious to her terrible trance,
Nature decrees the rule of the strong,
But cunning and guile do not play along.

Beneath the moon, she roams alone,
A heart of darkness, fully grown,
In the meadow where death and beauty blend,
Her twisted tale shall never end.