Out of the predictable wilderness comes a beast
A snarling gnashing slashing beast
A snapping gashing slaying beast
Blood drenched eyes and drooling teeth
Reeking fur and blistered feet
Sporadic dreadlocks incomplete
Complete with ticks and occasion leech
No aim to track nor hunt nor feast
Intent to bash and thrash and beat
Defeat all creatures soft and sweet
Unswayed by any beg or plea
The moon is round, the clouds have freed
A heinous beast to end all beasts
His muscles convulsed his pulse increased
His rage awakened his love deceased
Hate unleashed and whimpers ceased
No policeman, fireman, superman, priest
Could save you from this savage beast
A hiding spot, three days at least
His truest form at last released
Nytheone Matt 