The Beast
Lurking in the shadows,
Searching for his prey.
The Beast of the Bayou,
Will feast well today.
An unsatiable hunger,
Drives his rabid desire.
With dagger-like teeth,
And eyes lit with fire.
His razor sharp claws,
Rips flesh to the bone.
The fear he instills,
Turns all into stone.
For the ill-fated souls,
That soon cross his path.
Will feel all the fury,
Released from his wrath.
When the carnage is over,
And he's happily fed.
He'll howl at the moon,
And traipse on the dead.
Then vanish in the night,
Without leaving a clue.
Oh God! Don't look now,
He's standing behind you!
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