Sasmel lives under the speckled, Starry night’s carpet.

Half woman, half cat.

Nocturnal.

Indifferent to humanity’s oddities, Only flicking her fluffy contemptuous tail, When the mood takes her!

Sasmel crawls through unhallowed burrows, Exiting only in the starry night hours.

Nocturnal.

Her pack dispersed through crafty lands,

Reeling disinherited airs around sun blessed thorns.

Sasmel howls at the dense moon, Calling for fresh flowing water, Or blood.

Nocturnal starry night.

Her opinions scream against time and space. Little gem of pure platinum and glass, Nocturnal diamond.

Sasmel always has the final word,

Reads the final line,

And the stars of the night sky bow down.