This is my first attempt at tail-rhyme!
A meek Monet, a gentle Van Gogh I may seem too nice and mild, though The moon knows my true name In lust I ascend to claim my prey Goblins to gobble, dragons to slay New blood to tempt my game I brand the highest spruce with my mark I am as white as the night is dark Silent, floating prowl As encroaching dawn takes starlight's place Revealed beneath my human face Soul of snowy owl. 1/8/19
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