…Of The Land

Soothing even the common beast
The one that bares its teeth
Ready for its strike
Eviscerate whats right
Before the howl of doom
Streaking toward the full moon
Not a cloud in the sky
This is the beasts clarion cry
Then comes the attack
Swift and filled with black
Fangs of crooked grey
No longer white you’d say
While the eyes do glow
An emerald light of show
Clapping of the jaws
Three rows within its maws
Talons like a bird
Except its covered in fur
Cannot comprehend
What has been seen again
Instead it is a thing
A demon without sin
Just a feral shape
One that will not leave this place
Cause these are its plains
And here it will remain