Crawling carefully seeking emotions
Feasting on fury drinking despair
Shunning bliss hissing at their like
Grey with black evil eyes seeking lies
Stalking small reclusive humans
Disjointed legs moving oddly
Silently stalks in the Shadows
Only survival no converse
Government governs none but one
Living lonely in long shadows
Reprise in crypts of their prey
Vying for their meal we are like veal
Sustenance that sustains seldom
The remaining victims are mad
With such a dark face with sad eyes
This poem is about the titular Teomae-Erdion-Meot, which are emotion eaters. I feel like their name is (or was based on) an anagram for something akin to that.
Once again, I used the MacOS preview text feature to ‘scan’ this. I think this page was pulled from a school Poetry book I did as it was world ‘canon’ at the time.