Oneiroraptor

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
Wax-padded paws
A wet, soft slither
The click of ivory claws
Rank-reeking rigor
Flaming founts for eyes
A hunch, a pounce, a hole!
The dream, the soul, is stole!
It hounds the hideous heart
It crawls the creepy crypt
It stalks the slumber store
Then, turn to tender thoughts
And warm the cockles of your heart
For at the witching hour
W-h-o-o-s-h, w-h-o-o-s-h-, w-h-o-o-s-h
HUMPH! ONEIRORAPTOR!