They lie in wait, voracious feeders, on the foliage they sate Their enduring spread, showed no concern for the gainless pests We put them in a clade, our gaze on striking patterns the threat did fade away To no climate could they be bound, we laid the crops for them to contrive their design The osmeterium everts and casts a forked shadow. Having outgrown it's need to repel, it spews forth the vile plume to signal the dreadful feasting. Once emerged from the horns of paine, now evolved to live up to their name. Once avoidant of the dark cornubation, metamorphose into a bountiful meadow. From a rock in space to form the earth's bane; snarling Those who to went to greet, are the virgin feast, waiting at its feet, midgut has its needs; gnawing They cower down in fear, as the thorax twists, the baying within; monophagus. The Predator was born It's bulging mass a vessel to blight mankind, all legends lost in digestion, sustain the lands new possessor, we cursed their lack of prescience, they covered the face of the ground, so it couldnt be seen. They devoured what little we had left in front of us, until it was our turn.