• The creatures rests,
    Waiting for its next meal.
    The snow falls heavily,
    Yet the demon doesn’t feel.
    A person walks into its dwelling,
    The creature smiles at its next kill.
    The human walks on,
    Not knowing what is lurking.
    The demon leaps from its masquerade of snow,
    The person felt a heavy blow.
    The demon tears the human to shreds,
    Its claws ripping it open like tissue threads.
    Blood flung across every tree is sight,
    The screams woke up the night.
    The smell no one could bear,
    The demon has little care.
    It was a wonderful meal for the creature,
    Who is full of the rotting flesh.
    It now returns to its dwelling,
    Now sleeping once more.