Wendigo Poems - Poems about Wendigo

...12/6/22 Let it snow Worldwide not just in Mexico No matter if it's one hundred or ten below Always set to go Ready to shred a foe From head to toe She thought she did but she would never kno......Read the rest...

... Yeren for a long winter when the abdominable snowman just sasquatch of his feet yeti chowed down another bigfoot long hotdog ......Read the rest...

...Living in fear of trou-de-loup Jittering teeth as terror unfurls Fingers of mist become pea soup Unfamiliar with alien world. Muffled sound hear dog bark I think Hound of Baskervil......Read the rest...

...Hunters so wary, Rosco and Larry, Killed them a kitten-like Wendigo fairy. Down went Leviathan Small as a Guppy Three-headed hellhound As sweet as a puppy. Out on safari Rosco and Larry......Read the rest...

......Johnny just shrugged, took out his Bowie knife, and started carving off meat for a meal. He built a fire and roasted back-strap, it tasted strangely like pork, and like veal? He ate until he......Read the rest...

...Have I ever told you about my friend, a mechanic by the name of John? Oh, the countless stories that he can tell of the hunting trips that he’s been on. He’s taken down many a whitetail, but m......Read the rest...

...I zip swiftly along on my snow machine, admist a white blanket with spots of green, my trapline runs along this stretch, Alaskan cold makes smoke of breath. The snowpack has been good this year......Read the rest...

...Darkness seeps through stately pines, outside this home-made, tar-paper shack. It’s two AM, and I cannot sleep again, so I gaze out into the black. I feel a relaxing sense of peace, and while it......Read the rest...

...The wendigo moves through the forests of night, Through haunts of shadows and dreams; Through dark valleys and past frozen rivers and streams Where it can be seen in the faint moonlight By the un......Read the rest...

...As nights grow long on Lac la Biche, the lake it freezes, the snow it falls and the wind she always blows. Wolves howl through long cold dark, and prowl neath Aurora's flicker, yet fearsome ......Read the rest...

...It is the craving never satisfied, the malformation Of gluttonous starvation, the disfigured beast of emaciation. Hell's spiritually depraved wind walker, feasting on the Lingering slowing pulse o......Read the rest...

...Beautiful roses come alive in the spring In forest of echoes nightingale will sing Rose smell is as divine as something one extol Their beauty is warm sets fire in your soul But winter will not......Read the rest...

...Banshees’ howl and werewolves’ prowl, Medusa’s calling your name, Under the cowl of vampiric fowl You’re raising the stakes to the game. A common greed, as succubi feed Engulfing your final amen......Read the rest...