Days and days i have travelled on,
little by little, i've gained my scarlet scorn,
touch-me-not, for i will smite you,
you may be a little blue and then i'll black you.
Muddy breath, humid sweat,
come close, do not fret.
i long to walk away with you from the stem,
like my fellow bugs, those who escaped the hunters helm.
Let not my smutty exterior decieve you,
i reveal myself, my being, to only a discerning few.
I am the Black bug and someday i shall return home!
with scarlet splotches, from the desert biome.
