Captivated

The call sent shivers up my spine and raised the hairs upon my neck ~ frozen, pondered on what the heck its owner liked to dine. A twig shouted its betrayal, bending, snapping under pressure, made my terror that much fresher, awaiting my assail. Shadows passing across the moon identified her in the night, a fearful, magnificent sight; I near gave way to swoon. The rush of blood still in my head, fearing to take another look, I shut the pages of my book, turned off the light for bed. ---------- An Argonelles, quintains of 2/6/8/8/6 with a rhyme scheme of abccb. PS needs a generic Quintain, IMHO.