Cacturne's Poem

You wander into my world at night

not prepared for the fright you cant

fight,oh you thought it would be a

simple journey, now i will hunt you

as you try to run ,oh you

didnt see it coming, my wrath of spikes

that will send you down,crying, the

soothing thought of just a cactus turned into

a whole nightmare you must face, spikes

everywhere were ever you turn always flying at you

,in the end i simply grab you,as you feel the pain of

spikes puncturing your skin,i tear you apart, limb

from limb,you wandered into my sandy region,

at your own risk,when you hear the faint sound of

someone saying, "Cacturne's coming".