Scratch

Just one simple tear of skin was all it took from canine grin. With bloody teeth the deed was done a curse a gift new life begun.  

This force of nature strenght of ten i have no fear of mortal men, bitter sweet child of silver moon at peace in endless forest wombe.

​​​​​​ Missing person no body found just food for this ungodly hound i prey on weak on lost and lame i take to eat no guilt no blame.

I hear you breath i smell your fear you never know when i am near, teeth in skin a moments pain then sweet warm blood from throat will drain.

So fear the forest late at night the sounds you hear just out of sight, the owl the fox or creaking tree but the only thing to fear is me.

Fear the moon and prey for the sun for in my forest The hunt goes on.