Homo floresiensis 
Sexual predators 
It was a dark deed done in the night 
Not so long ago, we were not alone 
They had hard, thicker eyebrow ridges than us, sharply sloping foreheads 
No chins Lonely roamers 
Eyes black and blank 
Hunt for cunts 
Some dark souls with curious follies 
Significantly smaller cranium capacity 
Mental retardation 
Mimicking advanced behaviours 
He who eats anything 
Human meat 
Entrails of the child 
Flores island in the sixteenth century grim and sombre 
The mountains of mist and slumber 
Massacre and murder, many a year 
Feud unfading 
In a warm, humid rainforest that teemed with death 
Grime-ridden and gritty grey cave settings 
Ambushing the young, a meter-tall hominid murderer 
Death-shadow dark, lurking in the livelong night 
Followed by fog and filthy air 
A girl-thirsty wanderer 
They watch village girls play 
Waiting for nightfall to steal them away 
Morning moisture blurring the blasphemy 
Nonhuman in appearance 
Behaviours were human 
The obsession towards necrophilia 
Accompanied by mutilation 
They saw love as we see death 
A playful play, joy from fresh cadavers 
After death-day 
Most painful of fuckings and feasts of the night