Sunny field where cotton blooms, Aglow with nature's paint, Shifts in hue from red to blue, But emerald? It ain't!

If you hunt you may find me. If you dig deep, you make me.

move without legs, I strike without fists, I spread without asking. You feel me before you see me. What am I?

I look soft like marshmallows And I'm wet like dew I'm up in the sky And looking at you I can look like anything that comes to your mind If you feel good Then you're on my nine

I'm the brink of darkness on the horizon, creeping slow to welcome night. A trio of films brought shame to strigoi lore, and wrecked the werewolf’s bite. I'm what arrives as the sun dips low, while stars blink on for nocturnal delight.