The Monster

Let me tell you , of a tale . A man , legends are made . Like none , known before . Hair strait , raven black . Eyes fixed , burn like fire . On the darkest night . A lone stranger, went out . To venture forth . To find the monster , devouring everything , in it's course . The monsters eyes , black as coal . It's cold dead skin , frighten to behold . It's beady eyes , venture forth . Destroying everything , in it's sight . On the darkest nights . My friend , came upon the monster . By the old oak tree . Sword in hand . He did not cease . Till he devoured , the beast . The townsfolk , do sleep . No longer frightened , of the beast . By : William Goodson