The Wildebeest
He was dark and handsome, a mystery to most
The black forest thought of him as a gentle ghost
Resembling a wolf, his howls went on for hours
He had conflicting ways, and unique wizardly powers
We held back in the shadows, fearing the beast
He was dressed in fine clothes, silk in the least
He drew back his head and his teeth gave a growl
Eliminating the forest of every terrified fowl
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