Dwayyo

Caught in the headlights Out on pitch-black country roads A momentary glimpse Of a beast not wolf nor man Coarse fur as black as night Long, strongly muscled legs Long, sharp claws and fangs Low growl from drooling lupine jowls Bone chilling howl Of the Dwayyo The beast instilled heart-stopping fear Horror spread like wildfire Hide the livestock, lock the doors Surely soon the wolf would kill Yet people remained unscathed Even through their fruitless hunts Not a single solitary soul Ever met an untimely death You see, the Dwayyo did not thirst For the blood of mortal man It hungered for far larger pray The winged demon of the Blue Ridge itself! Iron fangs ached To sink into serpentine neck Summoned by the Sigil of Ameth The wolf-man hunted far and wide It came upon the demon's lair Snallygaster bloated from its feasts The Dwayyo lunged from the shadows Its fangs found fleshy purchase Black blood spilled upon the ground The Snallygaster lay dead and limp The howl of victory Echoed across the mountains Bone-white hunter's moon Deepened to crimson, satisfied