In the shadows of dark blue fur,
Santhony emerges,
like a wolf from the underworld.
A demon at heart,
sweet on the outside,
a charming furry creature,
spreading terror.

Eyes that shine,
like a starry night,
Hiding tricks,
With an evil path.
And his mellifluous voice,
Whispers promise,
Of warm hugs,
sure sweetness.

Cookies and cocoa,
delicacies of his desire,
An innocent pleasure,
behind a black veil.
Those who approach trustingly,
seeking comfort,
find their doom
In his sharp claws.

The forest in the darkness,
His gloomy theater,
where innocence
is lost in the river
of subtle deceit,
of feigned affection,
by Santhony the wolf,
Souls have departed.

Thus this demon,
With a blue mane,
Hunts with sweetness,
and serene strategy.
A deadly embrace,
His final trap,
In the dark night,
His infernal feast.