To give life hope he would contrive,
to set aside his darker side,
but in the shadows of the night,
nature begged to be applied,
Sins they say are death’s dark wage,
but hunger has to be assuaged.
Hearty and hairy the howl he makes,
fortells the fear on every face.
Those who hear run to disperse,
and find the safety of a church,
which only makes his hunger worse.
Sharp teeth exposed and lips wide pursed,
the victim’s neck his eye tooth hacks,
the master mind of dire attack.
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